Love these bracelets. Def making an arrow one today (click the photo for the tutorial) and maybe some for friends for Valentines Day.
Coveting this fabric.
Earlier in this pregnancy, I filled out my “Initial Health History” form for prenatal and birth care. You know: check the box if you’ve experienced severe headaches, diabetes, all sorts of things. After the usual “Emotional abuse,” “Physical abuse,” “Sexual abuse,” I got to this very interesting item: ”ANY unwanted/undesired physical or sexual contact.”
read the link. so spot on.
[trigger warning LIKE WHOA at the link for rape culture, coercion, and general unwanted attention]
Because I can hardly stand the thought of these constant erosions of personhood seeming normal to our daughters and sons.
READ THIS
Moving and important.
I tried to explain all this to husband once and unfortunately he didn’t get it. I don’t understand why this is so difficult for cisgender men to get but hopefully this article can explain it better. This is still rape culture, even if you’re lucky enough to not have been raped.
I had to stop reading this for a second because I started to realize how long my own list of these advances was.
This happens to me so much. It’s usually not overtly sexual, but I mean. Even tonight, for chrissakes, I was hostessing to fill in for a call-off, and so I was actually dressed up/makeup-ed up for once, and some creepy, skeevy old dude comes up behind me, brushes past my back, touches my shoulder and says “I was watching you and just needed to tell you that you look so beautiful.” Ok, Sting. I don’t even have a comment for the levels of invasion that comment encompasses.This kind of shit happens at least weekly, and I never even mention it, like it’s an afterthought. If I thought too hard about how disgusting the motives of these people really are? I would definitely be scarred for life.
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I’ve been trying this activity for every time I say something hateful about myself, I need to say something genuinely positive. Like today - I hate my stomach/I love the way my tattoo peeks out in the front and makes me look nice.
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I purchased a fish yesterday from the grocery store. He was such a sad sight, sitting in a little bin with about a cup of water in it, reeking of rotting pond water. I fixed up a little tank for him and he’s all happy and dark blue. I find myself relaxed when I lay down and watch him swim. Maybe I need to get some therapy that includes aquariums because I honestly feel less anxious looking at him.
long story short - fish are cool.
Does anyone else ever get extreme anxiety when they purchase a new canvas, or notebook, or a piece of paper? I so desperately want everything that I make something that is worth it for people to look at. This is why I dropped out of art school. That and the ugly depressive moods I would get into with my paintings.
On da flip side, I went to a food tasting party tonight and found an all natural/organic/GMO free/preservative and additive free “butter” grapeseed oil. It tastes so close to butter but without the dairy! And the flavor is derived from coconuts. I can finally put something on popcorn that tastes and FEELS like butter but without the bad stomach aches and vomiting. Funny thing to be excited about but it’s a really great convenience to me.
