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lynzeelunalove · 9 months
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We grew up screaming Girl Power, now we're screaming Woman Power 💟
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thenuministry · 1 year
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Own It🔥
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awakentoyourtruth · 4 months
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Did you know that staying positive requires strength, focus, and dedication?
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How so? If you don't remain focused on the good, positive, amazing things going for you, it will be a lot easier to get stuck focusing on all the negatives.
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Choose to stay positive today! Choose to stay focused on what you desire to create in your life.
Choose to focus on the good things that are happening right now. ✨️💖
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trascapades · 1 year
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🌍♀️ #ArtIsAWeapon Happy #InternationalWomensDay ! Honor, support, respect, celebrate #BlackWomen and #BlackGirls today and everyday! Reposted @justice4blackgirls Happy International Women’s Day!🤍✨ Every day, but especially today, we celebrate Black women who charge us to move through the world differently, whose work demands that this world loves us better and whose wisdom settles in our spirits like a letter from home. We honor Black women, we celebrate Black women, We love Black women in every phase of their journey. Cheers to Black women’s history and Black women’s futures. Cheers to Black girls walking in the audacity of the women who came before them and the Black women cheering them on!🤍✨ Tag a Black woman you celebrate below!🥰⬇️ #justiceforblackgirls #iwd #internationalwomensday #SupportBlackWomen #WomensEmpowerment https://www.instagram.com/p/CpiiImRuSqp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jenvibesonly · 1 year
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Unbreakable
Maybe I’m unbreakable
because I’m already
broken
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zambiaonmymind · 1 year
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East African Kanga Cloth with Swahili Proverb: “ God will answer my Prayers”, 44” x 58”, 20 Rd. to Great Neck, WT @aacdpafrica #aacdpafrica #childrenwithdisabilities #zambia #womensempowerment #foodsecurity #kangacloth #africanfabrics #aacdp #marshawinsryg (at West Tisbury, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClZ2o_JuC81/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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taratarotgreene · 1 year
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Very important Dedication bronze marker to the 2 Virgin Birth Mothers on Haudenosaunee lands a place where parthenogenesis was practiced only 900 years ago and much more recently. A bronze plaque dedicated to the two virgin Birth mothers Kahekuakaha and daughter Kahelesuka and son Takanawida a stone boat builder and teacher Jigonsase and the orator Hiawatha who spoke about and united the six nations in a confederacy of peace from 1,00-1,200 AD. This confederacy was part of the foundation of the US Constitution democratic ideal in 1776. An ancient granite rock, with a bronze commemorative plaque was installed and we had round 1 of a dedication October 23. As sun Venus Cazimi and Saturn Direct with Tamara of Hawthorn Herbals, Bob, Maureen Walton whose land is dedicated to keeping and honouring the parthenogenesis practices available to all dedicated women worldwide. Tree farmer, and Amber Maureen’s daughter who played her cello greatly enhancing the decoration ceremony. Elia recorded it. I was honoured to participate. Other main contributors Karen Holmes and Helen were Ill and had family emergencies. There will be another dedication in spring 2023. #indigenous #sacred #virginbirth #parthenogenesis #peace #peacemakers #dedication #granite #landmark #history #womensempowerment #ancientways #birth #consciousbirthing #oldways #ontario #tyendinaga (at Lonsdale Station) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckkk7DJuVPE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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This year is called #boundaries
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Instagram vs Reality?
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Beyoncé. Where do I begin? A character, an icon, an influence in the media. Beyoncé isn't a name that goes unrecognised these days, she is known for her singing career that began in the 90's with Destiny's Child, and her career has been evolving ever since. We have seen almost every side of her throughout her career, from pregnancies to marriage drama, but why do we idealise the airbrushed version of her? or of any celebrity in the limelight? When did it become the 'norm' to want to become the skinnier, softer, no blemish version of ourselves? When most us know that this is unattainable. The photo on the left is the original version of the Beyoncé 4 album cover. Here we see her 'perfectly' posed and positioned. A flawless complexion all over, with curves in just the 'right' places. A typical and idealised representation of the feminine body in today's society. The 'natural' highlight shining on the front of her body seems to accentuate the the parts of the feminine body that is to be desired by the media and the public. The photo on the right, I have edited her figure to be a less 'ideal' and hollywood version of the original. I understand that this body type is still deemed as 'desirable' compared to other body types, but even so, the larger lower legs and larger stomach is usually edited smaller in hollywood, and this can be damaging to a younger, impressionable audience. On the right, Beyoncé is not toned, her thighs are larger, and I gave her less defined ankles. These may seem like small changes, but for someone like me, to be able to see a person's figure that is closely represented to a figure of my own (like shown in the picture on the right), this can make the world of difference. A wider representation of women's bodies in the media is essential for the younger generation that will grow up on the internet.
Young girls and women often look to the media for validation on their bodies and if they see a body that is like theirs would hopefully lessen the self loathing that is socialised through most avenues of media. For them to wish to be more like themselves rather than wonder why they don't look like a model in a fashion campaign or an artist on an album cover would be empowering for them. Why aren't we raising a generation of empowered girls and women? Why does the media continue to set unattainable expectations for women's bodies? It is because an empowered and confident woman is too POWERFUL to control?
We have to be asking the why.
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davidwfloydart · 2 years
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More like us…. #votevotevote #womensupportingwomen #womensempowerment #votingmatters #votingpower #voteforchange #womensvotesmatter (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChFalcApEar_cl7wlmQ5aM0wfEodzNIa9mO6h80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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amicuscuriaeblog · 2 years
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thenuministry · 1 year
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I usually end the year with a reflection piece, somewhat detailing the lessons of my year.
However, this year I have taken on the attitude that what’s dead is dead and everything I was meant to take with me is now a part of me without having to explain it.
Instead, I am choosing to preserve my energy and work with it as part of my creativity.
This small entry is my transitional statement as we enter into 2023.
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victoriaviveskhuong · 2 years
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The Divine Feminine is your birthright, embrace it and open yourself to a world of profound beauty, love, and bliss like never before.⠀ ⠀ To all the ladies: DM me or check link in bio/comments to start your inner transformation! ❤️💕 .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ #DivineSexuality #VictoriaVives #VictoriaVivesKhuong #EcstaticWoman #EcstaticExperience #Sisterhood #womenempowerment #womeninspiringwomen #womenempowerwomen #womensupportingwomen #divinefeminine #womenentrepreneur #womensempowerment #sacredsexuality #womenwithambition #womenownedbusiness #womeninbusiness #women #sexuality #conscioussexuality #tantricsexuality #healthysexuality #spiritualsexuality #womenssexuality #sacredsexualitycoaching #tantrasexuality (at Worldwide) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce62OAYPJD-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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wotrorg · 2 days
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Empower Her: Importance of Women Empowerment Organization
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Although Women's Empowerment Organization is a hot topic, it's time for businesses and society at large to reevaluate existing programmes and concentrate on making a quantifiable difference that will enable more women to achieve leadership positions.
Fact: Women make up 48.5% of India's population, which is around 120 crore.
Fact: Women hold just 17% of prominent posts in India.
Factual statement: According to a survey conducted on 5,500 enterprises across 36 economies, 41% of Indian businesses examined do not have any female executives.
Fact: According to the survey, women only hold 7% of high executive positions in India, such as CEO and Managing Director. Directors of Human Resources (25 percent) and Corporate Controllers (18 percent) are the most common jobs…Read More
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The Hour I Miss Myself
(Esther Nicholette Sullivan) The uncomfortable silence stretched thick with the weight of unspoken truths and the shadow of a love that had grown threadbare. I could feel James's gaze drilling into me, desperate for some kind of understanding or perhaps a sign of the woman he thought he married.
My chest tightened, each breath a struggle as if the air in the room had turned viscous and heavy. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the background became oddly amplified, a mundane soundtrack to our marital impasse.
"Nic..." His voice trailed off, unsure, perhaps even afraid of what more I might say. He moved as if to reach out but then seemed to think better of it, letting his hand fall to his side.
I closed my eyes briefly, recalling the countless times Major S's hands had corrected my stance, his touch firm yet gentle. How different it felt from the touch I had at home. His belief in me was unwavering, unlike the doubt that clouded James's eyes.
Opening my eyes, I forced myself to meet James's stare. "I need that hour," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "It's not just about fitness; it's not vanity. It's sanity, James. It's the one thing that's purely mine."
He blinked, taken aback by the raw honesty in my words. Something shifted behind his eyes—a flicker of recognition, perhaps? I didn't know if he could fully grasp the gravity of my need, but the vulnerability I felt at that moment was all too real.
"Can't you see?" My voice quivered now, the anger dissolving into a plea. "When I'm there, I'm more than just 'Mom' or 'wife' or whatever role I'm supposed to play here. I'm Nic—just Nic. And damn it, I miss her."
It was as if admitting it aloud had permitted the feeling to flood through me, leaving no room for the armor I'd built up over the years. This was me, not the superheroine facade, but the flesh and blood woman who craved acknowledgment, who hungered to be seen for her own merits and not just her roles in others' lives.
A long breath escaped me, a white flag in the silence. I waited for him to say something, anything, that might bridge the chasm between us. But all I heard was the quiet ticking of the kitchen clock, marking the seconds of our standoff, the heartbeat of a marriage hanging in the balance.
My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob, the cold metal offering no comfort. My heart thundered, fury's hot pulse racing through my veins. With a force that startled even me, I yanked the door open and strode across the threshold.
"Nic—" James's voice cracked, a pathetic attempt to salvage the conversation.
I didn't turn back. The resolve in my every step was a shield against his half-hearted appeal. He coughed again, a guttural sound muffled by distance and our crumbling connection. That fleeting glimpse of regret on his face flickered in my mind. Still, it was quickly snuffed out by the familiar cloak of his indifference.
What was he regretting anyway? Our shared silence? His neglect? Or the fact that he had finally been confronted with the truth?
The bedroom loomed before me, a sanctuary turned prison. My hand slammed the door shut with finality, the bang reverberating off the walls, mirroring the chaos inside me. The room felt smaller somehow, the shadows clinging to the corners like specters of all the unspoken words between us.
I stumbled to the bed, legs suddenly weak. The mattress gave way beneath me, the springs creaking a lament in time with my ragged breaths. My eyes burned, hot tears spilling over, tracing paths down my cheeks. They were tears of anger, of resentment - my last bastion against the sorrow threatening to consume me.
Flashbacks flickered behind my closed eyelids, a rapid montage of laughter, passion, and promises - all reduced to this desolate moment. How had we gone from whispered dreams in the dark to echoes of doubt and despair?
"James," I uttered into the void, tasting the bitterness of his name. Was I mourning the man I married or grieving the love that had once filled these walls?
The fabric of the pillowcase was rough against my skin as I buried my face in the cushion, muffling the sobs that wracked my body. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We weren't supposed to be like this.
In the gym, I was whole; amidst the clanking weights and encouraging shouts, I found pieces of myself I thought were lost. Major S's steady gaze and the warmth of his encouragement were like rays of sunlight piercing the gloom of my life. And now, here in the darkness, I yearned for that light.
"Fight for it, Nic," Major S's voice echoed in my memory, a mantra that had pushed me beyond limits at the gym. But could I muster the strength to fight for myself, for my own happiness, outside those walls?
With each shuddering breath, I made a silent vow. The anger and the resentment would not define me. I would find my way back to the woman who laughed freely and who lived fiercely. For my sons. For me.
And maybe I'd find a new path along the way—one where the roles I played didn't smother the person I was meant to be.
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jenvibesonly · 2 years
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Power
Somewhere along the way, I lost my power. I left her unattended and I walked away. I was unaware of her potency, her magnitude. I couldn’t yet fathom her resilience.
She became distorted in divorce. She was blurry in grief. But slowly, my power is coming back to me.
She’s the smile that plays on my lips. She’s the burst of confidence that tells me to follow my dreams. She reminds me that it is okay to be unapologetically me.
She nudges me to try new things. She’s my companion, my friend.
She adamantly insists that I am indeed a writer, photographer, an artist, a cosmetologist…without anyone else’s recognition, validation or confirmation.
She says, go for it. Why not? She says jump, fly, soar. Roar! Declare your arrival. Leave your mark. Come out of the dark.
We reconnected. We have been reunited. She sings with me. We dance together blissfully. We now walk hand in hand.
Boldly, we step into the unknown.
Xoxox
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