"How I March"
I get it.
I really do.
I understand and feel betrayed, hurt, and lied to.
But it didn’t start with him.
It didn’t start with the one before him, or the one before him.
It started when I realized that politics was a game played by the elite.
It started when I understood that political rallies and protests were not my calling.
It started when I realized that true rebellion could only be fought first within.
So, you see, I get it. I understand the fight. I understand the fire burning within.
Some need to march. Some need to pound the pavement in protest. Some need to carry signs written in rebellion.
My fight is here. My rebellion is close to home.
I have chosen my battle. It is fought daily. It is my territory. My life.
Its on the frontlines…..of womens minds.
I fight by showing women that they are enough, worthy,and brilliant.
The war I fight is waged when women resist negativity and seep love.
It is at the basic grassroots level -hidden in the deep pockets of our thoughts
It is in every…
Decision we make
Thought we choose
Burden we bare
That is my battlefield.
That is where my revolution begins.
Those are my weapons of choice.
This is my revolution.
This is how I march.
It is a place in Africa, on the west coast where:
The cultural idea of beauty encourages consumption of high fat foods such as camel's milk, to ensure that young women attain sufficient size. Overweight individuals would be considered attractive in this culture. Stretch marks are also considered attractive, as are large ankles and bottoms. Obesity is so revered among Mauritania's population that the young girls are sometimes force-fed to obtain a weight the government has described as "life-threatening". Force-feeding has now been officially outlawed but still takes place in some areas of the country.
This REALLY made me think.
I TRY not to be consumed about my weight or numbers.
Scales are lying whores.
If all day long I am THINKING about my weight or how I look...there is a problem.
That is the EXACT definition of a bullshit obsession..Right?
But...and it is a HUGE BUTT(no pun intended!)
Its hard NOT to be SOMEWHAT consumed.
In our society we are BOMBARDED with images, magazines, models, more images
THEN- to top it off Victoria Secret Fashion Shows.
So fucking bombarded.
From the time we are little girls we are ENSLAVED by a "THOUGHT".
We are taught to "think" that SKINNY is beautiful and "curvy" is fat.
Sometimes "skinny" IS beautiful.
But that doesnt mean that "curvy" is fat!
TRUTHFULLY....I have spent most of my life chasing "thin".
Wanting to be like her
REALLY-I would love to be thin,
I am NO LONGER willing to "sell my soul" to get it..
YET- on the other side of the globe there is a place where an entire society is "enslaved" by a "thought" also.
They are the EXACT opposite THOUGHTS of THIS society.
Being FORCE-FED and ONLY thinking about putting ON weight is also a cultural struggle.
It really made me realize that "beauty" IN ITSELF is a false idol.
Vanity comes in MANY ways.
It sneaks in where you least expect it.
Always stealing your joy.
We chase "thinness"
they chase "weight".
Now that I am aware..
It helps me to understand MY INNER "struggle".
I am more aware of the deception.
So I am more aware of the destruction.
Life is too short to waste time being molded by false thoughts and perceptions.
Life is too short to waste one more thought on the weight of the issue.
Live. Love. Learn..
.and be consumed by your children, your lover, yourself, and your LIFE.
Resist a thought process designed to rob you of every spare moment in the name of self doubt and fear.
You are so much more than how much you weigh....or don't weigh.
You are every meal you have with your family.
You are every walk you take with your children.
You are every late night dessert with your husband.
You are every long walk with your Father.
You are every cupcake at your bithday party.
You are every thing.
You ARE Everything.
All at once.
All bound together by your own beliefs.
Obsess on that today.
Be enslaved by that today..
Know that today.