Soul Sisterhood, Sweat, and the Magic of Boo Thang Energy
Soul Sisterhood, Sweat, and the Magic of Boo Thang Energy
So now you’ve met the family I live with—now let’s talk about the family I chose.
Enter:
Boo Thang.
My best friend. My ride or die. The thunder before the storm, the calm after my chaos, and the reason I didn’t pack it all up and disappear into a walk-in closet with a tub of peanut butter and existential dread.
She’s not just a friend.
She’s a force.
She’s the walking embodiment of freedom, healing, and fierce-as-hell feminine energy.
Let me paint the picture.
How We Met: TikTok, Trauma, and the Power of Planks
It all started in the land of TikTok. Yes, I’m on there. Yes, I’m also lurking on Instagram. No, I’m not dropping my handle unless you find it yourself. (Privacy in this digital age? A blessing.)
Boo Thang was hosting a plank challenge on TikTok during one of those brutal, bone-chilling Southern snow days that shut down everything—schools, sanity, and any desire to wear pants.
She would go live with her MOBA crew (that’s Master of Bad Assery, not a criminal enterprise—but if we ever do go rogue, it’ll be a high-vibe, glitter-fueled rebellion, just saying).
There were days she’d plank alone, days with just one person with her. But something about her energy pulled me in—so, me in my sweats, back aching from emotional baggage and bad posture, I joined in.
That’s how it started:
Planks. Lives. Quiet courage.
Then I bought a few pieces from her clothing line—MOBA merch—because I needed to feel like I was a Master of Bad Assery, too. I needed that reminder stitched into my skin.
From Sweat to Snap: The Birth of Boo Thang Bonding
One day, she messaged me about an order being out of stock. That tiny interaction turned into something far bigger. Somewhere between a squat challenge and my spiral into isolation (a.k.a. hiding in my closet for days at a time), she saw through me.
She didn’t pry.
She didn’t push.
She held space.
And let me tell you—when a woman who carries a thousand stories of survival tells you you’re not alone, something inside you wakes up.
Then I saw through her. We were not close yet, I watched her pour and could see the pain as she continued to lift others. Then the simple questions of, "How are you?" to the woman who saved me from myself and did even know she did. That was the moment that sent this relationship full steam ahead.
We Snapchatted. We connected. We shared deep wounds and dumb memes. She’s the reason I crawled out of that closet—and I don’t just mean physically.
The Woman, The Myth, The Boo Thang
Let me tell you about this woman:
She’s got knowledge pouring out of her ears.
Booty so good it makes you jealous and inspired.
A soul that walks through fire and still makes it look like a sunset.
She holds pain that isn't hers, carries people when they can’t carry themselves, and still has the nerve to show up smiling.
She is the woman who moved across the country, left behind everyone she knew for a love that didn’t love her back—and still stood tall when the walls caved in.
She’s a published author (twice), a coach, a creator, a walking sermon of resilience and rebirth.
If you haven’t heard of her yet, that’s fine—because I’m selfish as hell when it comes to her time. I’ve got a gemstone beyond diamonds, and I’m not sure I’m ready to share.
Soul Sisters on a Mission
We are polar opposites.
She’s spontaneous, I’m structured.
She enters a room like thunder, I make a to-do list before I show up.
But together?
We’re unstoppable.
When I couldn’t identify a single emotion during the hell-storm that was June 2025, she stood by. No judgment. No “fixing.” Just presence.
When she wanted to give up last winter, I stood by and said,
“No, ma’am. We’ve got shit to do.”
Now we build together. She’s the heartbeat of MOBA, but I’m right behind her, making sure she shines like the badass phoenix she is.
Because here’s the truth:
This friendship isn’t just a vibe.
It’s a whole damn calling.
If you’re reading this, hoping for a moral, here it is:
Find your people.
The ones who don’t just support your healing—but demand it.
The ones who show up when your light dims and hold the match until you’re ready to spark again.
The ones who see your magic before you even remember it exists.
And if you’re lucky enough to find a Boo Thang—
don’t let her go.
Protect that friendship like your peace depends on it. Because sometimes? It absolutely does.
Until next time,
I’ll be over here with my queen building an empire and keeping my thunder queen close.
—Beth B. Blissful
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