Feminism is about women having the same freedom men have, to have the choice to live whatever life they wish. To reiterate, you can always, always be both. And so, with this in mind, if and when a woman decides to marry and/or have children there should be no change in her plight for female independence.
While it may seem reductive to compare the 'empowering' action of posting a photo of some nipples on Instagram to all of the above, it's simply important to remember that we have so much more to offer than just that. It's time that we all realised our true and varied capabilities in inciting genuine positive change. Only then, will we be empowered.
They say the best way to get to know someone is to find out about their weaknesses. Declare your flaws, own them. Accept yourself in all your grandeur. We have given birth to the earth. Your strength is a tower compared to your weaknesses, so stand tall. You are indestructible and there is nothing that you cannot recover from.
Kati is my wife. Kati is the young woman who suffered a stroke in 1995 and since that has been almost entirely paralyzed. Kati is a woman that has spent almost her entire adult life trapped inside her body. Kati is also the person that knows how to enjoy life at the moment to the fullest making the most of each and every day.
Why, if women are feeling marginalised at work and mistreated by their male colleagues, should they be the ones who have to work hard to fix this? But also, let's be honest: once a derogatory comment's been thrown out there - making a phone call for advice on a comeback isn't the cleverest way to respond. You need to do it there and then.
my mother's birthday. The doctor called my parents in to break the news to them. "From the brain scans, we can see that your daughter's lower brain area is completely gray." "Our conclusion is that she had a stroke," "I am sorry to inform you this, but the brainstem is so severely damaged that she would not be able to move voluntarily at all for the remainder of her life."
It's hard to refute that the epitome of a fit man is someone who has a chiseled mid range you could grate cheese on. Then there are men like me. We are bombarded with the latest craze in Men's magazines and on the Internet, about men having six pack abs. This for me is a stomach churning thought especially as I suffer with IBS.
I have to apologise for the slightly misleading post title - I'm not here to tell you diet or exercise tips to sculpt tight muscles and reveal rippling abs. I think we're all starting to learn by now that confidence shouldn't be about aesthetics, and the more we can move away from that unachievable ideal, the better.
My body is a balancing act, in a number of ways. I want to be independent, but I need to accept help when I can't be. I want to stay upright, but can allow myself to sit down when I'm at risk of hurting myself. I want to keep mobile, but can use Ruby the Chair for this sometimes. And I'll probably keep throwing myself on the floor randomly. You'd all get bored otherwise.