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Many a true word is spoken in jest. -Shakespeare

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  Many a true word is spoken in jest. -Shakespeare    
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When I first viewed this I was deeply moved. My heart felt Taz's words. How often have you hidden that you felt ugly? How many times have you tried harder to be perfect, to get it right, to live up to unrealistic expectations? How often have you compared, competed and wanted to be someone else? I know I have. It is the deepest heartbreak of all when you struggle to love yourself. [ 169 more words ]

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How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: Don't talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works. Don't say anything if she's lost weight. Don't say anything if she's gained weight. If you think your daughter's body looks amazing, don't say that. Here are some things you can say instead: "You look so healthy!" is a great one. [ 376 more words ]

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What if instead of drugging,shocking and tying down our Mad Women, we put them in warm water naked as babies and got in there with them and cooed and encouraged them to cry great salt tears, to grieve the passing of dreams the rape of the soul? What if we rocked them to sleep in giant hammocks of competent fat arms when they were to damn exhausted with keeping up… [ 158 more words ]

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What if instead of drugging,shocking and tying down our Mad Women, we put them in warm water naked as babies and got in there with them and cooed and encouraged them to cry great salt tears, to gri…
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Every day I write like a madwoman. I seek her fire, her wildness, her rebellious feminine nature. Her emotional intensity, creativity, sexuality, sensitivity, complexity, empathy, intuitiveness and meaningful connectedness. Hello everyone. I am here. I have been run down, exhausted and overwhelmed. Even now, as I write, I am questioning every word I am writing. Is it too much, too little, does it makes sense? [ 2,108 more words ]

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What happens if you never stop feeling and healing?
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"This is why women are such knowing creatures. They are made in the essence of the skin of soul, which feels everything." - Clarissa Pinkola Estes My mother was a madwoman, her mother, my sister, and most likely, legions of women that I don't know hanging from my family tree were madwomen. My mother's teachings about love and sex: [ 1,329 more word ]

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“This is why women are such knowing creatures. They are made in the essence of the skin of soul, which feels everything.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estes My mother was a madwoman, her mo…
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Woman in chaos "When one is pretending the whole body revolts." Anais Nin “Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering" Anais Nin “I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. [ 846 more words ]

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    Woman in chaos “When one is pretending the whole body revolts.”    Anais Nin “Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering&…
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How do you feel today or yesterday? I'd love to know Yesterday I felt like this.... Today I feel like this

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    How do you feel today or yesterday?  I’d love to know   Yesterday I felt like this….                   Today I feel like …
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  I hate being bi-polar.  It’s awesome!!!  
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How many heartbreaks does it take to heal a woman's soul? I don't know lifetimes? My heart breaks every day. Every day I heal another piece of myself. I used to believe that there was something wrong with me that my heart hurt so much. I was ashamed. I should be smart and solid. Not vulnerable and strong. A client asked me: "How do I live with so much sadness. [ 967 more words ]

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How many heartbreaks does it take to heal a woman’s soul?  I don’t know lifetimes? My heart breaks every day. Every day I heal another piece of myself.  I used to believe that there was…
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Tonight I am eating chips. Chips, chips and chips. Salty, crunchy, munchy chips. My tears are wrapped around these chips. My tongue is slapping each crunch. I love these chips. Where am I? In grief Where am I in despair. I loss of a relative to cancer. She is dying. It is not about me, but I die with each death I watch. [ 582 more words ]

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Tonight I am eating chips.  Chips, chips and chips. Salty, crunchy, munchy chips.   My tears are wrapped around these chips.  My tongue is slapping each crunch. I love these chips.  Where am I?  In…
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The night before I howled with grief. All of me surrendered. There are no words for grief. Only howling and crying. My heart is open. I have no control. I am here now. I slept hard. I dreamt of an ex-lover. A time when I felt immortal. Sexual. Alive. At the same time I was in denial and entitled. He was my childhood before fear took over my heart. [ 36 more words ]

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The night before I howled with grief.  All of me surrendered. There are no words for grief.  Only howling and crying. My heart is open.  I have no control.  I am here now.  I slept hard.  I dreamt …
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