Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’
Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.
Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.
Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.
Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned
But good god,
Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’"
— The Little Prince (via thatkindofwoman)
— Alejandro Dolina (via spokemnemosyne)
I believe one is able to meet people from different ways of life and know immediately, after exchanging a couple of words, or looks, or even just being with them, that they are your soul mates. Not in the romantic way that one reads in books, though.
I believe our soul is the energy within us and this weekend I shared my energy with two beautiful ladies. One is a teacher from Germany who is observing my classroom and exchanging ideas etc…the other was a software analyst from Kenya.
Why do these things matter to me? I don’t know but I’ve always gotten happy when I feel this connection with someone, especially when it is spontaneous.
On another note, I love my man. He worked all day Saturday and got home to me late at night. He was really tired but didn’t want me to eat dinner alone so he sat there and ate salad while he told me about his day. I was going to wash dishes and he told me to go sit down…(even after I told him I’d wash them because he was tired). We watched “The Revenants” a really good French series that a friend recommended.
It’s not the fact that he washed dishes, or that he sat with me for dinner and then stayed to watch the show…it’s how he looks at me, touches me, his scent. I love everything about him. My beautiful man.