25 5 / 2014
"So I walked back to my room and collapsed…thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." — Looking for Alaska
12 5 / 2014
“Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla: There is no wrong way to have a body.
I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.
And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.
You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me”
― Hanne Blank
26 12 / 2013
You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that.
Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him.
You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him?
He can’t value you more than you value yourself.
- Toni Morrison
26 11 / 2013
"A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she is in hot water."
09 10 / 2013
Be unafraid to be utterly and unabashedly yourself because…you’re pretty damn great.
08 9 / 2013
2. Don’t be afraid of people just because you don’t know them.
3. In fact, don’t fear the unknown for the simple fact that it is unknown. Wait until it gives you a reason to fear it.
4. Don’t underestimate silence. Talking often muddles up situations. Only your perceived notions of the moment make silence ‘awkward’.
5. Friends drift away or sometimes up and leave…and that’s okay. You will be okay without them.
6. There is a way out of every situation, no matter how hopeless or horrible it seems.
7. Eventually, every so often, things fall into place, and the planets align, and you get a moment of clarity. Often it really only lasts a moment. Hold on tight to these glimpses into eternity.
8. Older generally does = wiser. However, it’s on an individual basis. Just because someone is older than you, it does not necessarily make them wiser than you.
9. Be content with yourself, but never fully satisfied. Always try to be a little bit more tomorrow than what you are today, but don’t let it make you love today’s self any less for it.
10. Other than hatred, there is no emotion more self-harming than regret. So don’t participate in it.
Be, always, the best version of yourself.
09 6 / 2013
08 6 / 2013
"First, I wish you noble like Zapata,
because a man is one who guards
those weaker than himself.
Second, I wish you a Gandhi wisdom,
he knew power is not the fist,
he knew the power of the powerless.
Third, I wish you Mother Teresa generous.
Because the way of wealth is giving
yourself away to others."
26 4 / 2013
Half-hearted is the same thing as no-hearted.