Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2007

A Special Place


There is a special place in life,
That needs my humble skill,
A certain job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.

The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change it
for a moment -- even if I could

There is a special place in life,
A goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.

There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me

There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.

There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give
For there are tears to blow away.

There is a special place in life
that I was meant to fill.
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
upon a windy hill.

There's always a tomorrow and the
best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,
I know there is a place for me.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Being Our Best


For most of life, I think we fight God. We keep trying to show Him what we were made for. We keep giving Him better ideas. We keep working for something bigger & greater than anything He seems to have in mind. For many of us, by the time we are in mid-life, we feel we somehow have missed out on some of the great things we were born for. We fight with God over this.


God made me with special ideas in mind, but I wish I could have been in on the planning. My skin would have been more olive-colored & flawless, my hair more coarse, with some curl in it. My shoulders broader, my eyes wider-spaced. I would have completely removed the lazy part of me that I have to fight with all the time.


God did not make me to impress you, not to be on book covers, not to be an authority, not to be perfect or a genius, not to make a billion dollars!


God made me to be uncomplicated in my faith. To watch children & kites & sunsets & rainbows & enjoy them. To take your hand regardless of who you are or how you look. To listen to you. To accept you right where you are. To love unconditionally.


God made me to be real. To be honest. To be open. To never compare myself to you, but to strive to become my own best person. To have character & dignity.


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Just Me...


Accept me as I am-I have no guarantee.

A claim to perfection I have not.

Perfect I cannot be.

I, like you.....am human.

Prone to make mistakes.

Failure is not a character flaw,

Just a part of the human makeup.

I live, I laugh and I also learn.

My knowledge is incomplete.

I am searching all the time,

in waking hours as well as sleep.

I have a long road to travel,

as well as you do.

We learn our lessons on the way.

Wisdom we shall acrue.

Accept me as I am

Because I am ....me.

And You are you.

No one like me in the world.

That is my only guarantee.

God Bless....

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Stupidly Skinny- Women Obsessed With Weight



How can a country be "weight obsessed" while having hunger and millions and millions of under nourished citizens, and at the same time produce so much agriculture for exports? That is not ONE but TWO contradictions!! There is so much food yet there are so many hungry people for lack of being able to feed themselves then there are those who choose to be hungry. There is so much agricultural surplus yet there are so many really and truly hungry people out there for lack of not being able to feed themselves?!?! Makes a person think!


The pressures to be a "super-girl" begin at a very young age nowadays. Whether inflicted by demanding parents, the media, coaches or teachers, the result is a serious lack of self-confidence. There are very high expectations for girls to achieve and be this ‘perfect woman”. They often equate achievement with love. They become people-pleasers, more so “women-pleasers”, in search of the love and acceptance they so desperately crave. This epidemic is so bad that there are websites that teach you how to become anorexic or bulimic and how to conceal it! You read what these sites say about food being the enemy and we must overcome the enemy. We have to take notice of this and save our kids, family and friends before it’s too late.



We read the magazines displaying perfectly proportioned, underweight models who are the "Beauty Ideal." There are always low-fat cookbooks and diet books on the bestseller lists. Now, even Barbie has made a huge comeback! We watch TV shows featuring perfect families consisting of perfectly beautiful, thin members with not an ounce of fat on them. What kind of message would you expect a kid (or anyone) to form from this barrage of media influx? We see stars like Hillary Duff, Mary-Kate Olsen, Paris Hilton and the latest Beyonce Knowles and it’s like they had nothing to lose and now that they have lost so much weight its like why are they doing this to themselves? They don’t look healthy nor do they look happy, so many of them battle with drugs and alcohol. Is it really worth it? Hollywood has gone STUPIDLY SKINNY!


These cases of self-inflicted starvation that sadly affects so many women in particular is as a result of the media abusing us by attacking and manipulating us. I mean who really came up with what the “perfect” woman looks like? Don’t go based on any pictures because even the stars will admit that they don’t look like that. So then why deceive us by bombarding us with these airbrushed illusions? Well face is skinny sells and skinny always beats out the average sized woman who embraces her curves. Why? Cause of this false mentality.


I wonder if women themselves realize that they are being manipulated by the media and end up competing amongst themselves. Is it really a battle of the bulges or a fight to see who best matches up the deceptive illusion of the ideal woman? Take television advertisements, first you see these skinny models advertising the swimwear then you see the Jenny Craig or one of those lose the weight pills then you see the ice cream advertisements, the pizza the cakes from TCBY and Baskin Robbins. The same is seen in the magazines. Talk about a slap in the face!



Why do women torture themselves by denying the most basic human need: food? Moderation is the key, over-eating isn’t good either but to become so obsessed with ones weight so as not to be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of this life is just sad to say the least. We become so brainwashed that even the thought of having a slice of cake makes us feel so dirty and guilty. Something is definitely wrong. We obsess, get irritable, and make those around us miserable by our obsession either by trying to make them feel guilty for our hang-up or push them away. So the depression drugs are popped like popcorn into our systems, the psychiatrists take our money for our countless hours spent on the couch trying to figure out why and the divorce lawyers make their bundles of money cause of broken homes.


Hollywood mama’s take a severe beating. When you get pregnant it was abnormal for starters ( but now being pregnant is the in thing ), kids just get in the way of their blossoming careers. So it takes nine months to gain all the pregnancy pounds and these women are expected to lose the pregnancy pounds overnight. How stupid is this. These women buckle under the pressure and get depressed and obsessed to lose the weight even before the birth. So then you wonder if they even stop for a moment to appreciate and welcome the bundle of joy. You don’t hear about the parents being so happy about being blessed with the precious gift of a child, its I have to lose this weight. Not even a couple weeks after and these mamas are depressed because they can’t get off the weight. What in the world!! It took nine months to put it on and they expect to lose it overnight?! Lunatics are what they are!


Competitive by nature, women set rigid standards to make themselves the best according to the standards imposed by society. The lack of self-confidence aids in the development of this distorted lifestyle. Why cant women be comfortable in their own skin, we always want the other woman’s skin, eyes, teeth, nose, breasts etc. What is really important is what is on the inside, WHO you are not what you look like. Yes taking care of our physical bodies is important but our bodies and outward appearance DOES not define who we are. We need to learn to love ourselves just the way we are, big nose, small nose, spaced teeth, big eyes, blue, brown or green, the love handles, wrinkles and all.


Remember one, absolute perfection is impossible. Two, in working towards that perfection, which can never be obtained, its ourselves and those nearest and dearest to us that we are ultimately hurting. Only through learning and re-learning to love and appreciate ourselves as the women God made us to be can we overcome this raging war within.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Curvy and Cool

So the dreaded shopping season is upon me. The fact that I have curves and I don’t apologize for having them, after all I’m Latina and negro, I like food and enjoy eating and I’m an unapologetic chocoholic and I love creamy desserts, I embrace my curves. And I mean if it was easy to find clothes I am talking about real clothes for real women not the scraps sewn or stuck together that is being marketed as clothes, I might even say I would love shopping. But the truth is I don’t. And let me not even start on swimsuit browsing, talk about pulling your hair out kind of shopping.

Blouses never fit, the bottom buttons can button up but the top ones cant, they pucker out and look like they are going to pop out. Go up a size or two and the tops just fit too boxy, so I just buy the tops anyway and use it like a kind of jacket and wear a camisole below it. And would ya know, what I have been doing for ages is the 'in thing' now, its called layering, a nice name for my having to improvise LOL. Jeans and pants are a nightmare, when I get one to fit my thighs, the waist doesn’t fit and vice versa. Skirts are not a problem but pants are few and limited.

And then there is the dreaded swimsuit search. This is like a nightmare, there is nothing I hate more than trying on clothes and swimsuits top the list. The last time I went shopping for them was when I went to Venezuela two years ago. Granted that Venezuela is the only place where I can walk into any store and find clothes and I mean really nice clothes that fit me so perfectly. As if it were tailor made for me, like someone gave them all my measurements and they made it just for me. I remember the first store I went into and tried on some clothes, it was like I could hear an Alleluia chorus. Tried on clothes and they fit so good and looked so good on me, you know that feel so good that you pose in the mirror and do a little dance kind of good. Clothes that fit and so many to choose from, don’t have to say how much I stocked up while I was there LOL.



So I go into this swimsuit store, never seen so many suits in so many sizes and styles, Miami has nothing on Venezuela. My cousins start choosing suits for me, the darlings that they are and the sales girl makes a few suggestions. I was up for trying something new because there was so many to choose from. So I’m armed with a few swimsuits and ready to try them on. Let me just tell you something, the way a swimsuit look on a hanger and the way it looks on you are two completely different things. I remember this black halter or tie back top piece, hey I’m no Elsa Klensh so excuse my descriptions. I put it on and screamed was like, ¡Oh no, no no no, I will be arrested if I were this outside!¢ But I did leave with an absolutely gorgeous tankini. Don’t know why I did not buy two, LOL

I live in the Caribbean, beach central and I’m thinking of going to spend two weeks with my aunt and uncle in Grenada . I love it there, its so much slower paced than where I live. When you go there, the wind, the food, the ambience just shouts at you, relax, unwind, just enjoy where you are. I mean the church is literally on the beach, you go to Mass and you step outside to the most gorgeous, sky blue, clear, warm, calm, white sand beach you have set your eyes upon. The gas station near their home is on a beach, you can go get gas and go take a dip at the same time, now tell me where else can you do that?

So this means I have to go shopping, especially for a new suit, can’t have all the pictures with me in the same suit LOL. Don’t get me wrong I embrace all of me, I just don’t know who came up with what the perfect lady is supposed to look like? To be honest don’t we come in all shapes and sizes, races, colors and heights? Who said that curvy isn’t cool? You go into the stores and you do feel as though something is wrong with you because nothing seems to fit and the sales girls says 'you know curvy girls are so hard to fit'. I am sure some of us do have curves and there is nothing wrong with having curves. It can be discouraging at times but I’m lucky in that most of my family is curvy so it’s like I know I am not the only one that looks like this. Thank goodness for the Queen Latifah’s and Nigella Lawsons out there.



So you might be wondering where is she going with this? Don’t worry I was too LOL. I guess, no I’m saying embrace yourself, no matter your size, shape, height, color etc, these are too trivial to stress over, 'the I wish I coulda woulda look like X, Y or Z'. So tiny, thin, towering, top heavy or curvy, embrace yourself, don’t conform to society’s idea of the 'perfect woman' just be you, perfectly you. And do stay tuned to hear about my shopping adventures, I’m bound to fall down in shoes or something, just would not be me if I did not LOL!