Son. Brother. Uncle. Nephew. Man.
I believe you Julie Swetnick
I believe you Deborah Ramirez
I believe everyone of you who have so bravely shared your stories in these last days and weeks. I promise to be a better friend and a better listener to those I know personally and to stand humbly in awe of the bravery of those I don’t.
I believe you Prof. Blasey Ford. Thank you for you grace under fire. For your patriotism. For the power of your words.
I believe you Anita Hill. 27 years ago you started us down a path to be better than we were. Now we have a chance to prove that we are.
Son. Brother. Uncle. Nephew. Man.
We all believe you
All the proceeds from the link in my bio go to organizations fighting on the front lines for woman and survivors.
Whoops... edited because apparently I can’t remember how old I am. Prof. Hills’ testimony was 27 yrs ago not 17(thanks to those who pointed this out)
What do fake friends, stress and fuck boys have in common?
Control. Ultimately we don’t believe we can be supported or nourished or loved enough by the universe or other people and so we arrange people and situations in our lives like rearranging furniture in a room.
Lots of people can say, “you just need to learn how to receive” but for a survivor that can seem a threat. Being vulnerable is a threat. Opening your heart can be a threat. Allowing yourself to financially thrive can be a threat.
And so we keep arranging people like furniture, hoping it will eventually work out.
And then one day it all changes. The stress isn’t worth it. You tire of the sub par men, the catty mean girl dynamic bores you.
And you find someone to guide you on the path of healing. And you glow.
And then- life gets very interesting.
Join the glow self love club. We’re getting jackets 😉
Find me on FB or email- let’s glow 💚💕🦄🌈
Our episode on Jill Meagher went up today. The murder of Jill shook the lives of her family and also the entire country. Still, today we are fighting against the toxic masculinity culture that infects this world. If Adrian Bayley has received the maximum sentence for one of the rapes he committed earlier on in his life a further 13 women wouldn’t have been attacked and Jill Meagher would still be here. Believe women, fight for women. Jill is not defined by what happened to her, she is so much more than a name on case. She was Tom’s wife, she was Edith and George’s daughter, she was Michael’s sister. She was. She lived. She loved. SHE MATTERED. ....
a few lines from a long poem that poured out of me yesterday..
For six months, I am unable to write this..
I do not know how to handle this. I handle this..
I do not ask him why there are no cures for women’s’ pain. I do not ask him how to hide mine. He will not have the answers..
I think of the comments I’ve heard health care professionals make in the back wings of an ER when I worked in an ER. What comments are they making about me now?
He returns with the only woman on staff that day..
I do not want to trust him. I nod anyway..
It's already a tender Sunday, as I am dealing with a body pain flare up. I'm tired and tender and just want my coffee.
But I had to deal with a guy following me, after I already told him that I just wanted to enjoy my morning, after he first tried talking to me when I walked by.
He then proceeded to follow me up the street, asking me why I won't talk to him.
And then followed me into the coffee shop.
He left after I said clearly that I am not interested.
Then stood in front of the window, looking in.
I had to go to a man standing in line, a complete stranger and ask him for help. I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend because a guy wouldn't stop following me.
He said yes, thankfully and was happy to help.
The guy still came back.
And the person behind the counter had to ask him to leave and not come back.
Before he left, the man who pretended to be my boyfriend made sure to check that the guy had left for real and hoped I would have a good rest of the day.
I am so tired of having conversations with men about why are women so scared, angry, and don't trust men.
This is a small story and example of the experiences myself and women go through all the time.
Men, talk to each other about consent, boundaries and rape culture.
Hold each other accountable.
Listen and respect the women in your lives when we talk about our lived experiences. -
I know abortion is a polarizing subject. It doesn’t matter though. This is this woman’s story. Right, wrong, or indifferent, we get to live in a place that recognizes our right to autonomy. I can’t imagine living in countries they don’t have the right to abortion, just based on the idea that you don’t have power over your own parts. I’m happy you were able to do what was best for you. Rock on sister. -❤️💜VU
Readers, thank you for sending in ‘YourStories’ to @VaginasUnitedVU . It means so much to us and to the women you are sharing ‘YourStory’ with. 💕
We invite you to share ‘YourStory’ by emailing your pics or docs to [email protected] or snail mailing:
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You will be able to let go of your pain, shame, and connect with other women who need to hear ‘YourStory’ to get them through their day. We are all in this together!
This holiday season I choose love, redirect and hope for myself and and all those I love. I also have a heart felt desire to see the great hatred in this world be neutralized. I have no global plan except to do my own part with those I encounter. Have a beautiful day. #sphimages@michaelbuble your gift of song and voice is truly a blessing in my life. Much love and happiness to you and yours. Song: Silver Bells.
This is the second Survivor Story submitted to #TheSurvivorTreeProject. Transcribing this anonymous young woman’s story truly took me on a journey... She detailed five different encounters at the hands of five different men, and not once was there a hint of anger or rage or vengeance coloring her story- only a need for someone to listen to her voice and believe her. She finished her essay with a powerful plea: two words “HEAR ME.” I do hear you, Survivor. I believe you. You are so many things: kind, compassionate, powerful, curious, intelligent, beautiful, empathetic... and so much more. This community is going to change the world. What happened to you is not the way things are, but the way things WERE. The way things WILL BE is up to us; and let me tell you- WE’VE GOT THIS. Together. That, I’m sure of. •
I had the opportunity to exchange a few messages with this woman, and her heart is SO big. We discussed the concept and importance of grief in all of its stages (including healthy anger), as well as the ideas of catharsis and closure. Then she expressed concern for me and my wellbeing as it might be affected by internalizing all of these stories. I was honest with her and told her that I was worried about the effect it might have on my anxiety and cPTSD, but then she gave me a wonderful gift that I will hold so dear through this process of creating The Survivor Tree: she told me that with each story I transcribe I don’t have to feel heartbroken- because through this work, survivors are healing. The power over these stories is evolving. And I have kept that with me which each story I’ve transcribed after that. I can never thank you enough for that, Survivor. ✨🌱 Click the link in my bio if others would like to contribute your story. #survivor#believesurvivors#believewomen#believeblackwomen#rapesurvivor#thesurvivortreeproject#metoo#timesup#endrapeculture#metoomovement
I’m hoping all the balance, peace and victory your life can handle is part of this holiday season. Whatever you believe and celebrate May your heart, soul and life be filled with love. #sphimages@bebe_cecewinans Thank you for sharing your amazing gift of voice with this world. song:White Christmas.
Ever been told you’re too much?
I have. A lot.
Even too smart.
So then we try to be smaller, not too much.
And eventually it comes out in a tidal wave of repression, anger and fear.
Making the right choice everything changes.
We feel safe.
We’re not too much and all the weirdness and kookiness and too muchness can just be.
We’re not a threat.
We don’t have to worry about texts not coming fast enough or what’s going on at all times.
Making the right choice means we can be. And heal. And grow. And having all that too muchness we were so afraid of is just loved.
I wasted a lot of money on love coaches who told me to “get into the vortex” and do mirror work.
Because all those times I tried to shrink the too muchness seemed like just another reason I couldn’t have what I really wanted.
You know that thing that you think is unloveable? Yeah that. No amount of mirror work alone or vortex meditations are going to heal that. Trust me I tried.
Goddess, you deserve to feel safe. And kooky and free.
In the arms of the wrong man you will be too much.
In the arms of the right man you are 10 times the woman you have been.
I was the poster child for choosing assholes. If I can leave them behind, anyone can.
Let’s have this be the year you heal.
We got this. ❤️💕💗
Self portrait. My sisters— there is communion within your own truth, and within the tapestry of truths woven by women throughout time, that can comfort you and I in times of suppression of voices that sound just like ours. #believewomen