It’s A Woman’s World

If you ever had a question about the dichotomy…give this a read my fellow empowered ladies! Love you all!

Gottfried's avatarBanter Republic

Looking at the world through the lens of a woman must be something. Women aren’t always moody, she’s on her off day for putting up with your shit. You see, for a woman, love is the whole history of her life. In a man, it is but an episode. Don’t try to understand women. Women understand women and that’s why they hate each other. And say what you want about women but I think being able to turn one sentence into a six-hour argument takes talent.

Of course, women don’t work as hard as men. They get it right the first time. It’s a thing of the mind. A woman’s mind is cleaner than a man’s and that’s only because she changes it more often. I think they also feed the ego of men when they pretend to not be able to open a jar. Because when you’re ‘play…

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Worry less think more

Amazing story ladies and gents. Give this a quick read 🙂

Pelle The Prophet's avatarPelle the prophet

Thought I’d share

I use to agonize about my grades, I use to overthink my future, I agonized about living the american dream… Then all of a sudden, life began to somehow feel extraordinarily surreal like as if my fate began to take over. I then realized these worries were turning me into someone I didn’t want to be, so I chose to worry less about those things and more about who I truly am. I’m going even further into depth mentally each and everyday. Things are beginning to modify immensely and it feels as if I’m attaining a powerful ability, abilities that are significantly uncontrollable. I lock myself away in my room where it’s dark, dark enough that I cannot even perceive my legs, feet, arms, and hands. My conjectures are driving me creatively insane, and I’m beginning to see colors swarm around the beautiful sky which causes me…

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Leave Her Wild

Hello followers! (or lack thereof). Some words of inspiration for those wondering if they’re on the right path in life. Whoever reads this, I hope it finds them well. Check out this read my beautiful people!

bethanysousaxo's avatarBeth's Base

From a young age, we’ve been made to believe that we’re flawed in one way or another. Whether that has been by unrealistic beauty expectations, through academic standards, through monetary value, or even by general skills that people expect you to naturally possess.

We’ve been trained to believe that we aren’t enough. We’ve been trained to work on our “flaws” and become an acceptable version by society’s standards. We’ve been manipulated to hide authentic parts of ourselves in fear of being mocked or rejected.

This constant social conditioning has been such a toxic factor that has continued to contribute to mental health issues today. It’s been a detrimental cause of depression, body dysmorphia, anxiety, and even suicide.

The irony of it, is that we’ve all felt it at some point in our lives. We’ve all felt, at some point, that we weren’t enough. Yet, here we are, still imposing these…

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Love Has No Labels

So Inspirational!

bethanysousaxo's avatarBeth's Base

Don’t ever feel the need to conform to what society tells you is right.

When it comes to love, there is no right or wrong, just people who genuinely care for and respect each other. Every love is love, despite gender, race, age, class, body, size, etc.

So, rather than judging someone on their idea of love, show compassion, acceptance, kindness, and spread your own kind of love, whatever love that may be.

Sending all of my love this Wednesday afternoon!

-Bethany. xox

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Thursday Morning Thoughts…

PLAY A PART AND HELP THOSE WHO ARE NEEDY AROUND THESE CHILLY TIMES!

bethanysousaxo's avatarBeth's Base

Do you ever have any of those mornings that you think to yourself “I would do anything to just sleep through this day”?

When you have no motivation to get out of bed, to get ready, and spend the day at work or school…

When you look out the window and imagine the bitter cold and grey sky and start gathering any excuse as to why you should stay home.

…I was most definitely guilty of this today.

I woke up at 6am, feeling a little under the weather, exhausted, and not looking forward to my 8-hour day at school, having to walk around campus in -20 degree weather.

I went on with my morning routine, unwillingly, and decided to catch up with current news, and to no surprise, I was distraught by a lot of what I read.

I came across an article on CP24 of homeless people in…

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Why “New Year, New Me” isn’t such a bad thing…

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

bethanysousaxo's avatarBeth's Base

     So, Christmas is over, NYE has passed, and suddenly we’re bombarded with everyone’s most dreaded phrase of the New Year: “New Year, new me”.

I’m sure we’ve all come across this saying either on social media or by personally hearing someone say it, and for whatever reason, it seems to aggravate people tremendously.

What a lot of people don’t notice is the irony of criticizing this phrase. By contradicting this, and in turn, saying “New Year, same me”, are those people not all falling under a similar category?

Regardless, people should be able to say and post whatever they want, without any criticism, as long as they aren’t offending or harming anyone else.

And why does “New Year, new me” have such a negative connotation? It really shouldn’t.

Who can honestly say that they are the same person they once were in past years? No one. That…

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Writers in Translation

I can connect to this!

Media Diversified's avatarMedia Diversified

by Sinthujan Varatharajah

A few days ago, I was sitting with a friend, we were casually chatting when I suddenly remembered that her father is a writer – as is my mother. I remembered that we somehow knew each other through our parents who again knew each other through diasporic writers’ circles. We laughed about it, about these close, almost exclusive circles that we unconsciously frequent. We were Sinthujan2both the children of writers who write in a non-European language. Yet we never framed ourselves as such, hardly see ourselves as such and rarely tell others, particularly non-Tamils about this part of us or them. Not even friends. I had to remember that her father is a writer, like I sometimes have to remember that my mother is one. I started to think about the diasporic people I had known for years, others who I got to know more recently, and…

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Losing a Baby: Things I’ve Learned About Miscarriage

Very Sad story, makes you think a lot about life and the value of it!

Sasha Kerr's avatarThe Happy Baby Project

1. You may not realise anything is wrong. You may not bleed, nor feel cramps. In fact, you may be blissfully unaware that there is a problem at all until a scan, when instead of a kicking happy baby, you see a lifeless thing floating asleep, or you see nothing at all.

2. A scan will forever be a hateful thing – rather than excitement at looking at the screen, you will always wish the screen to be turned away from you, expecting a “sorry, there’s no heartbeat”.

3. And while I’m at it, sonographers have the best poker faces in the world. Fact.

4. After the scan, there is a lot of waiting. Waiting for further scans, waiting for tests. Waiting to miscarry naturally or waiting for pills to make you miscarry. Then there is waiting for appointments, waiting for operations to remove tissue. Finally there is waiting for your period to…

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Checkmate

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Krshna Prashant's avatarEpiphany in the Cacophony

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I remember the time my father taught me chess. On a Sunday afternoon, I sat cross legged at the center table in the drawing room, silently watching him put the pieces in place. “This is the queen, and this is the king”, he said, holding up the pieces. My eyes widened. I reached for them, running my fingers gently along the piece, examining it closely as he set up the board.

He went on to explain the rules to me. “The aim is to protect the king at all costs” he said, showing me how the different pieces moved across the chessboard. It was the most beautiful game I’d seen. I stopped listening. All I saw was a story. A story of two kingdoms, equal in strength, competing for supremacy.

I saw a battle begin before my eyes. The pieces charged towards each other, falling by the dozen as…

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