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Prologue:
“A Seat at the Table of Realness”
Pull up a chair, sis, because this isn’t just a story—it’s a reckoning. My name is L.A. Randle, and I’m not here to sugarcoat the shit. I’m the unapologetic narrator of my own chaos and clarity, and trust me, both have had a permanent seat at this table.
Let me be real with you: Toxicity was a pole dance for me. I danced with it like I could fix it, tame it, or even outlast it. But spoiler alert—I couldn’t. But here’s the thing: I own every part of that journey. I own the moments I fell short, the times I didn’t see my worth, and yes, the instances I played a starring role in my own struggles. I was my own problem. I was the problem child.
Before I begin confessing my souls secrets, I want to make it clear that I’m also here to celebrate the woman who rose from that wreckage. Growth isn’t pretty, and healing isn’t linear, but both are transformative. I’ve shed my skin more times than I can count, and I’m here to tell you, each layer brought me closer to myself,my truth and my GOD.
This conversation we’re about to have? It’s raw, it’s messy, and it’s real. But most importantly, it’s a seat at a table where accountability meets self-love, where healing isn’t an option—it’s a priority. So grab your tea, your wine, or whatever gets you through the night, because we’re diving into a story that’s not just mine—it’s yours too.
Welcome to Toxic.
