Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Self love is:

overflowing, reflective, unapologetic, contagious love.

Three wrap up points from 8 secrets from 8 curvy women who love their bodies:
  • Every body is a good body
  • Health is holistic, and mental health is a huge part of holistic health
  • Self-hate is an ideology that can be eradicated through a practice of self-love

Dear standbyers, uninformed folks and 'colorblind' advocates:

Anti-oppression is an ongoing conversation. Our stories, our experiences, our identities are what shape us into who we are and are waiting to be shared/revealed/exposed to the general, ignorant public/ naive members of society.

Are you ready to listen?

We will be idle, no more! Be informed - check your privilege - mobilize & act!

"It is no longer my job to enlighten you. To quote what you so often tell ethnic communities, "It's time for you to step up to the plate, take responsibility, and stop taking what I have earned," my integrity, my dignity."


My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

Love & social justice---always,

Words of a radical feminist:

I will not be shamed.
I will not be blamed.
I will not be looked down upon. 
I will not be perceived as someone's belonging.
I will not be influenced by patriarchal standards.
I will not be deprived of fair treatment and humanity.

I (we) need feminism because society/dominant culture believes they are entitled to dictate how women should look/wear/do to their bodies and use shame/blame/ownership & other patriarchal behaviors.

My (our) body(ies) is(are) NOT an apology. I (we) should be able to openly embrace my (our) shape(s), build(s) and (our) outer beauty without hesitation or fear of being shamed.

I will continue to love, adore and explore the comfort of my body, endlessly --- and I encourage you to do so too.

Comment below: *I need feminism because [.............]* 

Also, please read: http://everydayfeminism.com/2013/05/patriarchy-and-how-it-shows-up-for-everyone/?utm_source=Everyday+Feminism+Subscription&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=120f72d504-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_content=Yahoo!+Mail&utm_term=0_d19c2176ed-120f72d504-91511069

EMPOWERMENT to you feminists, pro-feminists and allies of femininity.
-Bekah Sunshine

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Dear National Policy Institute comprised of white supremacists,

This whole system revolves around you, ---- and you want MORE?

This is NOT okay.
White Supremacy is NOT okay.
The racist books that were published on the 'National Policy Institute's' behalf, are ABSOLUTELY NOT okay.


Thursday, May 9, 2013

During finals week,

I listen to every song that makes me laugh, makes me cry, helps me reflect and helps me to say Goodbye.

Dear silly boy that messed with my heart, even surpassing the negative amount of times I should have allowed you to do so,

I'm absolutely sure this song (and every song per se) is a reminder of your incompetence in our relationship. It's very much on point with your whole ego and your forgetfulness and that awful school dance and your unwillingness ---until--- oops, well when it's way too late to win me back you make that a connection.

Though, this does a lot more justice by displaying your dull life in a kind of upbeat rhythmic pattern:

"My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
It all just sounds like uh, uh, uh, uh
...I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man."

Yes, yes and yes sir.
You should've and could've but you didn't.
&Now I'm gone and your just a memory --- a horrid one at most --- imprinted in my life.

If we were to ever depart functionally, I would say this much too you:
 All I had was love to send, you've done me wrong and so this thing that we had has been put to an end.

Now to end fully complete with my own empowering song:
I'll go ahead and just smile.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Simple, though spiritually abundant words that came to mind today:

Al Haleem, or more so Hilm, (Arabic) Mercy, Forgiveness, Gentle, Forbearing

Salaam (Arabic) Peace, Embrace, Respect

Namaskar or Namaste (Hindi) I Bow to You, I am Your Humble Servant, Many Blessings Your Way

Yahweh (Hebrew) Lord, Jehovah, God, the Liberator

Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as family, be tenderhearted, be courteous; not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing. 1 Peter 3:8-9

Some concluding thoughts:
Simple Abundance
Comfort and Joy
Leading Compassionate Lives

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Confessions of a college teenager, observer and sobber.

After an emotional heartbreak that wasn't really a heartbreak because you didn't really love him but you were nice enough to invest time in him and now you regret it because, even though you knew he was an egotistical arrogant fool from the start, you let him pour all these lies over you to then later find out that he takes another girl out to the Spring Fling dance, but as much as you don't give a snuggie about silly college events for the dating scene and you don't really like him anyways and you told him you weren't really in a relationship, somehow --- just somehow you are affected over the fact that he hid it from you that he was accompanying a mutual friend to this 'thing' that you usually wouldn't care less about but the fact that to him and others it has sentimental value, it hurts you....it really really hurts you and you can't find words to describe how you're feeling because you wont really admit that you're feeling this way because that would mean that you let him have power in your life and so you try, again and again and darn it you try again to confront these feelings that annoyingly came about for him, along with the emotions, and the tears and the hurt and the anger and the fire and the desire --- the raging desire to get back at him. All the while, you hold your chemistry textbook close and flick your calculus scrap papers to the side and your civil scale ruler starts looking like an object that you just want to clench and break and throw at the John Lennon poster still crooked on your wall and hanging, then while denting the New York City script across J.L.'s shirt, you remember, well darn it --- it's more like, you hope to remember that there's a world beyond this and you start to miss your family, your silly little brother, your excessively excited puff ball of a dog... so then you blame engineering and contemplate on why you've never been interested in materialism, prom night, senior ball --- and that stupid Spring Fling, then you begin to wonder why all those Business majors get to party every weekend and sleep in every weekday and go out with the guy you've kinda been seeing and get to act like they're having such a good time, a fricken joyful, stress free life with lots of hand outs, practice problems designed for a middle school math class and tons of those bubbly shade-in multiple choice tests!!!!!

Ya hear me?

And at any point of time, if you feel that shadow of doubt, remember it's about you, and always should have been. You have done nothing wrong by being true to yourself. You do not and should not have to compromise your beliefs, values and what shapes you into YOU. If someone has done you wrong, there's no room for buts, sorrys or excuses, if you have not been heard. Speak your mind. Don't settle for any less. Be an advocate for you, first!

You notice how awful this situation really is -- not necessarily for you but for him -- how in attempt to fill up a terribly barren life, he makes a scandalous move to ditch the exotic gal to sneak a date with a (wanna-be) go-go chick to an advertised as 'lively', dreadfully professor-chaperoned, two hour long, sombrero-themed Spring Fling dance. (oh & if you think I'm exaggerating, I'll also note how the photos from this event testify to this detrimental experience: flamingo pink heels, fake lashes, gowns dragging on the sticky cafeteria floors... I kid you not.)

&That's when I begin to laugh and face the emotions and book my post-finals bus tickets to NY and get back to my 50 question practice quizzes and hot glue my ruler and replace my calculator batteries and update my Blogger page and with most certainty say to the Spring Fling flier: hey who's got the power now? I'm a flower-powered engineer!!! I've got it together.

So what to do now?
Be innovative - be creative - upcycle relationships & dispose of any horrendous ones - [check!]

Just some concluding thoughts:
Dear silly boy,
You're not entitled to me, or my feelings, or any reasons to justify how you've done me wrong.

What is that you say? "It's the thought that counts."
You thought about asking me if I was busy this weekend?
Well, yes, I very much am. I'm occupied with this post and more so, detoxing you from my life.
&Maybe you'll think of me when you gulp these reflections.
Did you not know that I'm a blogger too?

the artsy earthen gal that you'll consistently be reminded of in every setting, with every color, with every scent, with every song, with every beat, with every look, with every book, with every person you meet and with every lasting moment of vulnerability.

*Friends & readers: if you thrive on men hating too, please read: http://jezebel.com/5992479/if-i-admit-that-hating-men-is-a-thing-will-you-stop-turning-it-into-a-self+fulfilling-prophecy