I bet that, almost daily, I say something negative about the way I look, and I know my son hears it. It has become a daily part of my life.
I knew enough about social nuance to understand that menstruation wasn’t a polite topic to bring up or ask about. I got that you don’t mention periods with just anybody. It was supposed to be gross and too personal. Dudes were supposed to think menstrual blood was disgusting. Girls were supposed to hide it at all costs.
Understanding the way mental illnesses shape our lives is the first step to opening up the possibility of a world more easily navigated and enjoyed by those of us who live with any mental illness, including OCD.
It is well within the power of men to halt rape and bring rape culture to a quick and sudden end. But instead, too many of us attempt to redefine rape in ways that absolve us of any moral responsibility, and make victims easily accessible and, at the same time, unreliable, to the point where even the law and the moral thrust of the society itself is on the side of the rapist.
Because I had never learned the art of caring for my own self, I quietly expected from loved ones the same love and attention I was showing them.
You’re Doing Better Than You Think: How Celebrating “Small” Victories Radically Impacted My Self Love
“I’m so proud of you.” That humble affirmation was so poignant, because it reminded me that what I was going through was not easy, and that I was doing better than I thought I was. And if you, dear reader, are living with a mental illness, you are probably doing better than you think as well.
Olympic Pursuits of Teamwork & Accountability: 7 Ways We Can Go For the Gold of Radical Self Love Together
How do you do love? It’s more than just words although that’s important! Sowing/showing love is all about action.
Emotions are neither good nor bad at their core. Sadness is as healthy as happiness. Every feeling has its appropriate season. To deny an emotion because we’re afraid or embarrassed to express it, or because we think it’s wrong, is to deny a part of ourselves.
It falls on the shoulders of men themselves to understand the importance of emotional labor and the need for vulnerability in order to truly achieve some sense of mutual respect and love among genders.
…When do I become queer enough to claim queerness? Is it just a matter of saying it? Is it only true and real once it’s been said? If I don’t “speak it into existence,” am I doing a disservice to myself and to a whole community?
If you find yourself hating sex workers or engaging in whorephobia, please stop and work to redirect that energy into resolving your internal conflicts and wounds.
In the interest of promoting radical self love, I would like to offer an alternative to the ‘good’ fatty/’bad’ fatty dichotomy: Being fat is not good. Being fat is also not bad. Fat has no moral value, and the amount of fat a person has on them gives no indication of their goodness or their worth.
In this life your purpose is not dependent on your productivity of how much labor you have to perform. You do not have to be useful.
It’s not as if any of us as parents don’t make mistakes. I suspect my children will have grievances against me. I suspect and hope they whisper to their newborns “I will never parent you like my mother parented me.” Because that means they will find news to change and grow as a parent just as I did.
The exotification of the Asian vagina is, like all oppression, erasure. Erasure is when the dominant culture convinces you and everyone else that you have no identity, no history, “no kingdoms.”