- For 20 years, while caring for my grandmother, I could not date. I was waist size 36, in high school, today i am 30. Dont smoke or drink, never felt so healthy. There is never a rush to get married. Be nice if it happened. I love kids. Now this redhead is hot, his inner being is saying " not happening for a while with the family " but there is something just as important in the near future that has to be done.....
- ( Just dont know what it is... )
Since becoming a mother two years ago, I’m constantly going back and forth between loving my body and being horribly depressed about it. I love the reminder that my body did something so amazing. During my pregnancy, each new mark was a source of great joy; it meant my son was growing. But some days, I’m struck with the realization that I’m twenty years old, and this is my body now. No matter how much I may love it, there will always be someone. Some woman at the beach telling her husband that I shouldn’t be wearing that. Some man trying to hurt my feelings by pointing out my sagging stomach or my flattened breasts.
Since giving birth, I’ve had some hip problems that, last month, ended up with septic arthritis. I had emergency surgery to clean out the fluids and infection, and now I have a new mark. It’s still pink and raw and peeling. I know one day, it will be a reminder of the people that care for me; my boyfriend for making me go to the ER. His mother for taking me in for four weeks so that she could do my IV medication for me. My friends who immediately stepped forward to watch my son while I was in the hospital and my boyfriend was at work. Members of the community that have helped buy food and clothes for me and my son. This mark will remind me of the kindness in the world.
I’m hoping I can keep that in mind when the “someones” show up.
Namiah, you wonderful woman! Did you realize that during this write up you went from remarking on possible things you didn’t like about yourself to affirming and even thanking others for their profound impact on you? I’m so proud of you for just being really honest about your struggle. To say you are more than the sum of your parts does not do it justice because your parts are wonderful - your sum is infinite. Blessings to you and your family & friends.
Beautiful. Oh my good lord, fucking beautiful.
Did you ever realize how much your body loves you? I mean its always trying to keep you alive. That’s all your body has to live for. Your body is making sure you breathe while you sleep, stopping cuts from bleeding, fixing broken bones, finding ways…
Pretty much what feminists have to deal with on a daily basis…
tell yourself you’re hot. tell yourself you’re amazing. tell yourself you’re untouchably, radiantly attractive. do it every day, even if it feels like you’re lying to yourself. insist to the mirror that you’re the cutest thing its ever reflected. if you do it enough eventually it wont feel like lying anymore, it’ll be automatic, and you’ll recognize yourself as the incredible babe you really are.