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I appreciate my thighs.
Hell, 18 out of the 24 hours of the
day, I love them.
They are soft and they get agitated
when I wear dresses, but they
deal with it. They move with me
and I am grateful for that.

My face is peaceful. Is that weird to
say? On a good day, it’s a river
before the wind touches it.

See, I’m trying to be positive.
I’m taking myself apart,
piece by piece,
and enjoying the miracle of how I
came together.

My lips. My uneven lips.
I love them crooked.
My lopsided little mouth that
is always pouting.

How about it?
A love poem about myself.
A love poem about my own
body parts.

I think I’m in love with how
unattractive I can be. I think
I’m dizzy with how much of me
there is.
I mean, I’m like a house I never
get tired of exploring. I’m like a
maze that has fireworks in the center
of it.

I’m mad at myself for all the years
I wasted thinking my body
was a bad thing.
I wish I’d written this sooner.

Tomorrow, I’m gonna wear shorts and go somewhere crowded.
I’m gonna be the person with all
the sun in her.
I’m not gonna cover my eyes when
it gets too bright.

Caitlyn Siehl, A Love Poem About Myself (via alonesomes)

I’m gonna be the person with all the sun in her.

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This is so me.

(via monsterpussy)

This is so weird and amazing. 

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selfrescuingprincesssociety:

Mary McLeod Bethune’s work with her school was remarkable in itself, and had she only focused on that, she would still be heralded for her contributions to society. But she did not. She could not. Her experiences trying to improve the lives of young African American women showed her that there was much work to be done — both for their race and for their gender.

http://selfrescuingprincesssociety.blogspot.com/2014/07/mary-mcleod-bethune-ii-and-iii.html

http://click-to-read-mo.re/p/8nVK/53110cf0

lastnightsreading:

Edan Lepucki at WORD Bookstore, 7/22/14

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So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light, then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the colour, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.
Andrea Gibson  (via meetingoneself)

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womenandsports:

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND - JULY 24: Grace Legote of South Africa competes in the club section of the Women’s Team Final and Individual qualificationat SECC Precinct during day one of the Glasgow 2014 Commonwealth Games on July 24, 2014 in Glasgow, Scotland. (Photo by Ian Walton/Getty Images) (via Grace Legote of South Africa competes in the club section of the… News Photo 452616036 | Getty Images)

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We have to create.
It is the only thing louder than destruction.

Andrea Gibson,

"Yellow Bird" from The Madness Vase

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snark-notes:

First of all, let’s take a second to reflect on how different this third of California was from the first third. At this point it’s so hard to imagine that Cal and Frida were off living on their own. Even though they haven’t officially been voted into The Land, I feel like they…

I love how balanced the book is between Cal and Frida’s perspectives. They disagree and keep things from each other, but somehow I can’t sympathize with one over the other - meaning I sympathize with both. Somehow the fact that they are both suspicious and distrusting of each other makes their relationship fair, if not entirely healthy. I think both characters would be less likable if the story was told from only one perspective, because we wouldn’t be able to see where some of that suspicion might be justified, or where the choice to hide something might be protecting the other person from emotional/psychological pain. 

When a woman stops doing she must learn how to simply be. Being is not a luxury; it is a discipline. The heroine must listen carefully to her true inner voice. That means silencing the other voices anxious to tell her what to do. She must be willing to hold the tension until the new form emerges. Anything less than that aborts growth, denies change, and reverses transformation. Being takes courage and demands sacrifice.
Maureen Murdock (via jessicacabot)

kristadoyle:

You just keep being you, bb.