I just read an article about a woman from Afghanistan who’s husband cut off her nose and ears as part of her ongoing abuse. I am so shaken by this. I have no words to describe it. I can’t even paste the link here, it’s just too painful. What can be done?
We have to wake up. I used to think the media had no effect on me. How about you? Do you think it does?
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Unfortunately I do not have a source on this, but when I find one I will post here to give proper credit where it is due. This is a great piece that reminds us that what we see in the media IS NOT REAL.
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This is perfect.
I spent the majority of my teenage years planning my breast augmentation. All of the woman in my family were born with small breasts and rectified the situation at a young age. Why wouldn’t I do the same? Fix this flaw and enjoy the beauty and attention for decades to come. At sixteen years old, I would research the best doctors, prices, and payment plans. Though I wore push-up bras and no one besides a couple of beaus had seen my breasts, my gaping bra was a constant reminder that I wasn’t a woman. I so desperately wanted to feel the curves of womanhood.
Here I am at twenty and somewhere along the way, I learned to love myself (even my breasts). Though what men don’t realize is that a woman’s journey to love herself is purposeful, life-long, and exhausting. Even after I was able to desensitize myself of…
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I’ve had a tough week. Really, I’ve had a few tough weeks, but today I’m just feeling like its all catching up with me. I am so thankful though for all I have, for all the people I love who are in my life. A gratitude list is always helpful for me when I feel a need to tune in and reset. I have prayer bleeds around my neck… Been praying for days for a friend’s life to be spared… please God. Adele, MIKA and Lennon keep me company on Pandora, as does my faithful dog.
It’s amazing to look back on my life and the many dark moments that have kept me prisoner of pain. Today, although a certain melancholy is present, along with just a feeling of exhaustion, there is also a sense of compassion in my heart. I overrate today… And I was conscious of it. I knew no relief would come from that extra macaroon though. And that consciousness made all the difference. That and choosing to not hate myself after. Instead I choose to acknowledge that I’ve been under a lot of stress and I need to rest and take good care. Even if that care comes in the form of coconuts goodness, that’s ok. Some part of my being needed that nutrient today, so I choose to trust that. I trust that my body knows what it’s doing, what it needs. Indeed, trusting is akin to compassion.
So on today’s gratitude list: my capacity to feel compassion for me. Thank You God.