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These days there’s much talk about body image. Women and young girls who dare to post photos of themselves looking different from the current ideal receive negative comments and even threats. As a reaction to all this we are now supposed to love our overweight and less than toned bodies.
Personally I couldn’t care less how other people choose to portray themselves. After all, it’s their lives. None of my business. Incidentally, it always seems to be females. Men seem to have no problem loving themselves without posing photos online or elsewhere. But that’s a different (though related) matter.
However, I reserve the right to hate my body, while still liking my personality. Being a good person doesn’t require having a perfect or attractive body. So yes, I kind of like myself but kind of hate my body. I’m not going to apologize for that.
Source: wildhoofbeats.com Water is life, especially for nursing mothers by Carol J. Walker, Dir. of Field Documentation for Wild Horse Freedom Federation The BLM has produced a Determination of NEPA Adequacy instead of an Environmental Assessment for the Sand Wash Basin Herd Management Area and this is a plan that will be in effect for […] […]
”My fellow Americans, we are and always will be a nation of immigrants. We were strangers once, too.” Barack Obama ”America was founded on immigrants. The immigrant experience is common to all of us.” Nia Vardalos I hope you will sign and share the following petitions concerning the appalling treatment of immigrant children in the […]
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Today it’s Mother’s Day in Sweden. For a long time we didn’t really celebrate either Mother’s Day or Father’s Day, thinking it was merely a commercial event. However, in later years we have begun to celebrate even if just a little. Some chocolate, something nice for dinner etc. It also got me thinking about Mother’s Day. To me it’s almost exclusively associated with my own mother and to some extent my (maternal) grandmother. It’s been very difficult to learn to identify with being a Mother on Mother’s day. I don’t have any trouble being mom to my twins, but to think of me as someone who can be celebrated on Mother’s Day, has been really difficult. Oh, well, maybe I’ll find it easier in the future.