Doma v Jižní Africe byla zvyklá žít v domě s pěti ložnicemi a dvěma služkami. Když ji po přestěhování do Londýna opustil manžel, musela se postavit na vlastní nohy. Několik dní v týdnu pracuje jako servírka, což jí pomáhá vnést do života řád… Karen de Villiers je jednou z hrdinek londýnského projektu Lenky Požárové, který najdete v srpnové Mojí psychologii. #mojepsychologie#augustissue#london#bravewomen#bebrave#happierlife
Because we are afraid of being hurt, we put up walls to prevent from being hurt again. Unfortunately, most of us have become so dependant on these walls, that we fail to recognise that they may actually may be keeping love out.
[Werbung/Verweis Blogbeitrag]: Welcher Weg ist der richtige für mich? Welche Abzweigung soll ich nehmen? Und wenn ich der einen folge, verschließt sich dann die andere? Wir treffen täglich Entscheidungen, mal große und mal kleine. Dabei sollte man immer bedenken, dass es keine Rolle spielt, was andere denken. Am Ende des Weges müsst Ihr glücklich sein. Wie ich auf das Thema komme, wie ich die Sache mit Entscheidungen sehe, und warum es okay ist, auch mal gegen den Strom zu schwimmen, lest Ihr in meinem aktuellen Blogbeitrag.
I come from a low-income family. We used food stamps & collected government cheese & bread. I lived a life of hand-me-downs & borrowing friend’s & my friend’s parent’s money for food & extracurricular activities. As a child, I went to catechism class almost every Saturday & church on Sunday. I used to lie during confession. In elementary school, I was bullied because my glasses made my eyes “big” & because I wore the same clothes everyday. I got into college (the first of my family) by the grace of God. I piled up around 50K in governmental loans. I’ve failed classes. I’ve called off work because I was too hung over. I’ve shoplifted clothes & food. I’ve had family members die of drug overdoses & liver failure. I’ve driven drunk. I’ve lied about my sexual experiences & my parent’s occupations. Both my legal guardians died by the time I was 13. I’ve been sexually harassed & assaulted. My grandmother had Native American blood coursing through her veins. I used to wake up with my father, slobbering drunk, at the end of my bed. As a kid, my aunts used to take me to bars during summer vacation. During my childhood & teenage years, I can’t remember my mother ever not being sky high. I have family members battling alcoholism. I lost my best friend to a cocaine addiction. I have family members in and out of prison. I have family members fighting a losing battle with heroin. In my twenties, I was stoned out of my mind every day for an entire 4 years. I’m writing, because there are those out there who made me believe that my story wasn’t worthy of being told because their story or someone else’s story of pain was worse. And it used to work. There’s so much repressed wounded-ness in the world, that one person’s bravery to tell their story can become another person’s opportunity to compete, compare, judge, vent and harshly criticize. We’ve forgotten how to hold space for each other. We forget that holding space for ANYONE who wants to share, listening to hardships, challenges and successes, without judgment or even a response, but with respect, feeds the healthy fire of humanity, that it breeds transformation and change – not just for that person, but for all.
Let’s talk peaches🍑🤷🏼♀️
- So many girls are conscious about their bums, I’d say a girls bum is one her main insecurities for so many reasons but why?!
Every size and shaped bum out there is different. Being real is beautiful. Being different is what makes us all individuals. Skin is skin. No one has flawless skin all over, every single person has marks on their skin, all these little marks, weather you see them or not, that person sees it. We should embrace our bodies for everything they are and naturally come with. We should love ourselves in our own skin and encourage others to too. In my opinion, Everyone is beautiful, you just have to be the right person to see the beauty in everything.
-With growth comes stretch marks, cellulite, dimples etc
Growth physically or mentally comes with little marks, but growth is beautiful and the best thing we can do for ourselves.
Oh yeah my bump says hi too🤷🏼♀️😅