*MILD trigger warning, and use of sassy language*
I would like to share with all of the beautiful men and women of SHYB the list I composed today during my “me time” workout.
I began to look back at all the previous years I had endured before I began to love myself, inside and out. I had previously thought that all of my self-hate was MY FAULT.
But now I realize that NONE of it was my fault. I was sent messages by the media and peers that I was not good enough.
So behold, SHYB community, my coveted “FUCK YOU” list.
FUCK YOU, eating disorder, for consuming 6 years of my life.
FUCK YOU, “teen-girl” magazines for sending a 12 year old version of me messages that I should work out to “trim belly fat”, “shape up”, or “get bikini ready” instead of using it as a reward for my mind and body.
FUCK YOU, girls at private school who said my eating disorder wasn’t “serious” because I wasn’t “skinny enough”.
FUCK YOU, tween sitcoms, for showing me that life would finally have meaning once the hot guy asked me out, or once I fit into an unforgiving, glamourous dress at prom.
FUCK YOU, middle school cheerleading coach, for telling me I needed to “lose some of that ‘bulk’ for football season”.
And I welcome all of you to join me in saying FUCK YOU to everyone who has ever made you feel less than the foxy, fabulous self you are.
You are valuable. You are enough.
This is probably the best thing I’ve ever seen. (;
Because women are not a special interest group.
Lou Shabner c.1950s
Girls, ladies, women.
Take a second and read that.
Strength is a BEAUTIFUL THING.
So do your thang. Work out.
SWEAT. Lift weight.
Be the best version of you POSSIBLE!
This body is not a political battleground. (Your bedroom not artillery, your womb not a campaign promise.)
For a long time I claimed to not be an activist or a political person. But it is hard to live in this world, when people are openly denying anyone their human rights. It is hard to believe that in this day and age, anyone’s body is a a campaign point.
#empowering #women #inspirational #wordstoliveby #pink #rose (Taken with instagram)
because it would be a disaster if women used normal, non-genderized pens!
BIC for Her~*~
Pink and Purple pens does not make me want to buy the “for her” pens…
Maria Leontievna Bochkareva [1889-1920] via (via Wikipedia)
Of a peasant family, Maria Frolkova was born in the Novgorod Guberniya in 1889. She left home aged fifteen to marry Afanasy Bochkarev and they moved to Tomsk, Siberia where they worked as laborers. When her husband began to assault her, Bochkareva left him and entered a relationship with a local named Yakov Buk. She and Buk established a butcher shop, but in May, 1912, Buk was arrested for larceny and sent to Yakutsk. Bochkareva followed him into exile, primarily on foot, and the couple established another butcher shop. Buk was caught stealing again and sent to the remote settlement of Amga in 1913, and once again Bochkareva followed him. Buk began drinking heavily and soon became abusive.
At the outbreak of World War I in 1914, Bochkareva left Buk and returned to Tomsk. In November, she managed to join the 25th Tomsk Reserve Battalion of the Imperial Russian Army by securing the personal permission of Tsar Nicholas II. Men of the regiment treated her with ridicule or sexually harassed her until she proved her mettle in battle. In the following years, Bochkareva was twice wounded and decorated three times for bravery. She bayoneted at least one German soldier to death. (To End All Wars, Hochschild, at 282.)
After the abdication of the Tsar in March 1917, she was charged with creating an all-female combat unit by Minister of WarAlexander Kerensky. This was the first women’s battalion to be organized in Russia. Bochkareva’s 1st Russian Women’s Battalion of Death initially attracted around 2,000 women volunteers, but the commander’s strict discipline drove all but around 300 dedicated women soldiers out of the unit.
After a month of intensive training, Bochkareva and her unit were sent to the Russian western front to participate in the June Offensive. The unit was involved in one major battle, near the town of Smorgon. The women of the unit performed well in combat, but the vast majority of male soldiers, already long demoralised, had little inclination to continue fighting. Bochkareva herself was wounded in the battle and sent back to Petrograd to recuperate.
Bochkareva was only marginally involved in the creation of other women’s combat units formed in Russia during the spring and summer of 1917. Her unit was at the front at the time of the Bolshevik October Revolution and did not participate in the defense of the Winter Palace (this was another women’s unit, the 1st Petrograd Women’s Battalion). The unit disbanded after facing increasing hostility from the male troops remaining at the front. Bochkareva returned to Petrograd where she was initially detained by the Bolsheviks but released shortly thereafter. She secured permission to rejoin her family in Tomsk, but left for Petrograd again in early 1918. She claims to have then received a telegram asking her to take a message to General Lavr Kornilov, who was commanding a White Army in the Caucasus. After leaving Kornilov’s headquarters she was again detained by the Bolsheviks, and after learning her connection with the Whites, was scheduled to be executed. She was rescued, however, by a soldier who had served with her in the Imperial army in 1915 and who convinced the Bolsheviks to stay her execution. She was granted an external passport and allowed to leave the country. Bochkareva then made her way to Vladivostok, where she left for the United States by steamship in April, 1918.
She arrived in San Francisco and then made her way to New York and Washington, D.C, sponsored by the wealthy socialite Florence Harriman. She was given a meeting with President Woodrow Wilson on July 10, 1918, during which she begged the president to intervene in Russia. Wilson was apparently so moved by her emotional appeal that he responded with tears in his eyes and promised to do what he could.
While in New York, Bochkareva dictated her memoirs, Yashka: My Life As Peasant, Exile, and Soldier to a Russian emigre journalist named Isaac Don Levine. After leaving the United States she traveled to Great Britain where she was granted an audience with King George V. The British War Office gave her funding to return to Russia. She arrived in Archangel in August 1918 and attempted to organize another unit, but failed.
In April 1919 she returned to Tomsk and attempted to form a women’s medical detachment under the White admiral Aleksandr Kolchak, but before she could complete this task she again was captured by the Bolsheviks. She was sent to Krasnoiarsk where she was interrogated for four months and finally sentenced to execution, found guilty of being an enemy of the people. The Cheka carried out her execution by firing squad on May 16, 1920.