Welcome to 1st Born Daughter
The personal is political and I’ve been carrying both since birth.
Hi. I’m the first born daughter.
The one who grew up too fast.
The one who was told to be strong, be good, be quiet.
The one who had to figure it out for herself, and then for everyone else. The one who often felt alone in a roomful of people.
If you know, you know.
This space “ 1st Born Daughter”: is for those of us who carry the weight of being “first.”
First to graduate. First to go to therapy. First to leave. First to come back. First to question everything we were taught; about success, about sacrifice, about silence.
I created this space as a way to process, to share, and to connect. I write at the intersection of:
Social justice because the world is on fire and we’re still expected to smile through it.
Current events because nothing happens in a vacuum, especially when you’re living at the intersections.
The emotional labor of being ‘the first’ – especially when you’re Black, brown, femme, poor, queer, or just tired of being everything for everybody.
I’ll write about growing up in a world where access wasn’t always guaranteed, but expectations were.
I’ll talk about politics, not just headlines, but how they hit when you’re trying to climb out of survival mode, support your family, and still hold on to yourself.
I’ll talk about rest. About resistance. About being tired but never quiet.
If you’ve ever felt like the translator in your family, the overachiever in your community, or the “woke one” in your group chat; you’ll find something here that speaks to you.
I don’t want this to be a place for polished perfection but rather for stories about healing and thriving. So although we might be tired, we still keep showing up with empathy, even when it’s not extended.
This is for the daughters who didn’t get to be daughters.
Welcome to 1st Born Daughter … where we unlearn, unpack, and undo together.
With love and truth,
Your co-conspirator, Jamira