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Why is it that we feel we have to live up to other people’s expectations of who we are..and not our own? I mean, It really hit me the other day..I have, in no way, been living up to the expectations I have of me. It made me think, “Do I actually have expectations of myself..that were made by me?”. I realized I really had to think about what I personally expected of myself. It was hard to and took time to actually think about what I expected of myself or my life..and even then it was such a weird feeling that I really didn’t get that far. I think its something that has to be practiced.
It shouldn’t be that difficult but we’re so wrapped up in what other people may think that we really don’t think for ourselves.
Do you have expectations of yourself that were made by you?
It should be a privilege to be able to say “I love you” to someone. It shouldn’t be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved; no, love is unconditional, if you love someone, they don’t have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them? That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed.
A Warrior of the Light knows that certain moments repeat themselves.
He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is incapable of making any progress in life.
“I’ve been through all this before,” he says to his heart.
“Yes, you have been through all this before,” replies his heart. “But you have never seen beyond it.”
Then the warrior realizes that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn.
“You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.” - Albert Einstein
Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
Excuse me while I reblog yet ANOTHER awesome and poignant quote from Reagan.
Thanks for reblogging! We agree :)
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