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Hi dear readers. I am beyond thrilled to write about this week’s blog post.
Yes, you saw it right and I dedicate this entry specially to all amazing women out there regardless of who you are, where you come from or what you’ve become.
In earlier centuries, women had suffered a lot and were treated as non-existent. The patriarchal society suppressed women’s freedom across the world. Women were not allowed to voice out their opinions and being denied from receiving education as they were only confined to their homes. Can you imagine that unjust treatment women had to go through at that time? That is utterly insane! Fortunately as time progressed, women understood their power and capabilities of deciding for themselves. They realised that their lives meant much more than just managing the household. Since then, the revolution for women empowerment started in this world even though it does not begin on an exact date. It is still a growing process plus we can witness more and more women come together and make their voices heard. Consequently, it is now evident that women have more prominent positions in the society.
One of the international icons for women empowerment that captured the attention of many is Malala Yousafzai. She is well known for her efforts to defend equal access to education and gender equality. Though many people remember her as the girl who was shot by the Taliban for her activism in fighting for women’s education in Pakistan, she actually had a long history of activism before the attack. At the time she was shot, she was only 15 and it had left her in a critical condition. She survived a bullet that shattered her skull’s thinnest bone, driving fragments into her brain. After weeks of treatment and therapy, she recovered. Such a strong woman she is! Upon recovery, she was able to begin attending school and has continued her fight for girls’ education globally, leading her to receive the Nobel Peace Prize in 2014 and thus becoming the youngest person to receive this prize. She has recently graduated from Oxford University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics.
According to an article from BBC, her passion for educational equity began with her father who is also an ardent social activist and a teacher. Malala’s father too put himself at risk through his activism and was also threatened by the Taliban. Although this has caused Malala extreme anxiety nevertheless she never loses hope and yet continued her activism journey.
It feels so terrifying after reading her story, am I right? I couldn’t possibly imagine myself in her shoes. She had endured a lot since a young age. She has proved that women are capable and unbreakable. Unquestionably, she will continue to use her voice and education to support women and girls around the world. A wonderful notion indeed that all women should adopt.
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I found two beautiful quotes that I would like to share with you:
• “The world needs strong women. Women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved. Women who live bravely, both tender and fierce. Women of indomitable will”. ~ Amy Tenney
• “Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the world perceives that strength”. ~ G.D Anderson
To sum up, there are many importance of empowering women. Education is one of the most critical areas of empowerment for women as it equipped them with all the knowledge, skills, self- esteem and confidence necessary to increase a country’s productivity and contributes to economic growth. On top of that, it enhances the quality of women too.
Keep on flying high ladies! 💫 Let us show the world our potential.
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We are quick to say, “Judge not, that ye be not judged,” when we want to come to the defense of our favorites … but that’s yo business. However, we can judge. Not to condemn but to correct, to pick, to determine, to separate and etc.
Look, how can you know differences in people, places and things if you don’t judge them? Calling you out of your sinful stuff isn’t judging, it’s calling you out so that you know better, do better and say better. We have to move away from allowing any and everybody to do any and everything because somebody lied and told you it’s judging and it’s bad. 🗣 IT AIN’T!
Not enough. This phrase repeats itself in my head more times than I can count. As a woman, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an artist, a teacher, I feel the weight of not being enough.
If only I could live the life of the happy, shiny, glossy and perfect beings reflected in magazines and those wonderfully ethereal Insta posts, I would be deliriously happy. This is of course nothing but a fantastical dream. For even I, the eternal dreamer, can recognize that perfection is unattainable, and happiness does not dwell in heavily photo-shopped ideals. But it’s nice to dream isn’t it?……….
Goddess’ guide to: hard things we should normalize doing
1. Admitting you are wrong. We are humans. We are not always right. I think it’s important for growth to admit when you are wrong, sit with that, learn from it and then move from it. It’s not a bad thing to be wrong.
2. Minding our business. Gossiping says more about you than the person you’re talking about. Mind your business. It has nothing to do with you.
3. Keeping your business private. Make your moves in silence. Everyone doesn’t need to know your business.
4. Forgiving but staying away. Cut off any toxic people from your life. Forgive them for your own mental well-being but do not forget so you don’t make that same mistake again. Family can get cut too.
5. Saying no. No is a complete sentence. Use it. Don’t become a yes wo/man and make yourself unhappy in the process.
6. Asking questions. Asking questions is not a bad thing and will not make you look dumb. Knowledge is power. What will make you look dumb is speaking on something that you know nothing about.
International Women’s Day / Women’s History Month Bandana Prints! Any bandana orders placed by Sunday night for Woman’s Day Prints will ship out Monday and will make it by March 8th in the US! How are you celebrating Women’s Day?
Choose your bandana fabric, choose your print, or add your own phrase! Make a unique bandana all your own!
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As Oestara approaches hastily after an uncelebrated Imbolc [to be clear, I didn’t do it because I’m fed up with being secluded in a womb], I discovered that the first author known to history is a woman: Enheduanna, a Sumerian poet and High Priestess of Inanna.
Her position in the Sumeric city of Ur was privileged and, at the same time, quite problematic, as she was the daughter of a foreign sovereign, King Sargon of Akkad. Her father, being considered by the Sumer population “a foreign invader”, decided to appoint his only daughter as High Priestess of the most important temple of the city, that of Inanna, goddess of love, war, sex and justice.
She served 40 years in the temple, and during her time as High Priestess Enheduanna became a prominent hymn writer. She transformed a written language that was only used by merchants and traders to regulate their work in a poetic and literary language, serving as an inspiration for authors to come (Homer, for instance, or the Byble editors). She used her literary genie to write hymns to Sumeric and Akkadic gods, reinforcing the idea of a unity between different populations and cultures. Progressive, isn’t it?
So, I wanted to share something (obviously translated) Enheduanna wrote to celebrate Inanna, a multi-talented goddess which embodies pretty much the themes of the upcoming period. The high priestess asserts the goddess’ power over a great deal of human experiences and feelings, making her immortally supreme.
To run, to escape, to quiet and to pacify are yours, Inana. To rove around, to rush, to rise up, to fall down […] are yours, Inana. To open up roads and paths, a place of peace for the journey, a companion for the weak, are yours, Inana. To keep paths and ways in good order, to shatter earth and to make it firm are yours, Inana. To destroy, to build up, to tear out and to settle are yours, Inana. To turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man are yours, Inana. Desirability and arousal, goods and property are yours, Inana. Gain, profit, great wealth and greater wealth are yours, Inana.
I was raised in an Irish family, my great-grandmother was full blooded Irish. My grandmother was 100% British. We were raised Catholic. I was born and raised in a Philadelphia suburb. My mother was born and raised in the South.
I joined the Navy in 1991; I wanted a chance to become a nurse, to travel and see the world…and…to get away. My first 2 years in the Navy were spent in Bethesda, what was then was the National Naval Medical Center, but is now Walter Reed. In 1993, I became pregnant. I was elated and in love with the life I was carrying inside me. Sadly, I was being pressured to terminate the pregnancy; by my mother, my boyfriend at the time, and my grandmother. I spent each day flipping through pages of the different stages of fetal development wondering what the little life inside me looked like that week. As each week progressed, my baby was growing and changing, but my decision to end my pregnancy was not changing…I did not want to end my pregnancy, but I did.
It has been 30 years since my abortion. I remember the cold room, being alone, the coldness of the doctor and the nurse…the coldness of the table. I was wide awake for the procedure; I had a cervical block. I didn’t want to be asleep for this horrible choice I was making; I deserved to be awake and feel everything. I guess this was my penitence. Interesting how we abuse ourselves. I felt my uterus contract and the pain that came each time…not unlike the pain my baby must have felt. I was 13 weeks. My baby had vocal cords, intestines, a bladder, tiny bones, hair follicles and could even swallow. My baby…had a heart…something I clearly didn’t have. After my abortion I had a setback; the doctor did an incomplete abortion. I had horrible abdominal pain and went to the bathroom. What I saw next was so horrifying I can still see it like it was yesterday. The toilet filled with blood…and the partial remains of my baby…floating in the water. I was so overcome with horror, fear, disbelief and angst. I was rushed to the emergency room and admitted for observation. The doctor called my baby’s remains, “tissue”. Tissue. That’s what my baby was now. Tissue. I asked him point blank if that tissue was the remainder of my baby…he said, “yes”. I laid on the gurney crying. I was experiencing the loss of my baby one more time. I was experiencing the consequences of my decision. Maybe it was karma.
I vowed, as I laid on the cold, hard hospital bed, to never, ever have children. At least I was blessed to experience the joys and pains of the first trimester. The cravings, the nausea, the loss of appetite, and the fatigue. I was blessed to know what it felt like to plan for my baby’s entry into the world; I window shopped at Carter’s for baby clothes, I window shopped for strollers, I daydreamed about my baby’s first day of kindergarten, I planned names, I read books about breast feeding. I began to plan for daycare. But…it never happened. My mother, my grandmother, my boyfriend pressured me daily, berated me for being unmarried, guilted me for wanting my baby, admonished me for potentially “ruining” his life, shamed me for my selfish choice to have a child. I cried every single moment of the day for weeks. 13 weeks. 30 years later…and I still cry.
I made a vow to myself when I arose from that table. I would never allow myself to become pregnant again. I…didn’t…deserve…children. I am almost 50. I am post-menopausal and have no children. I kept my promise to myself; and yes…it is painful…it is a darkness that surrounds me and consumes me. Every May I remind myself that my child would be a year older. I mourn in private. In silence. I love babies and children. I can’t hold them for too long. I can’t be around them too long. It reminds me of what I once had or could have had. It reminds me of the crime I committed. Because for the last 30 years I have chosen to live in my past. The fact that I murdered a life. This is my penitence. I deserve this. No amount of therapy has cured me. No amount of medication has made me whole. No words can relieve the torture I have bestowed upon myself.
If you are pregnant…right now, and trying to decide what choice to make…remember this; it is your body, your life, your child’s life. Live your life for you. Not for others. Make your own choices…even if that means losing a family member, boyfriend or husband for making a choice.