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Bob Marley
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the right people won’t make you feel shitty for having bad days
They might because they also may be having bad days. The right people talk stuff out and help mend each other. The right people aren't without problems or conflicts. The right people are also growing and figuring things out just like you.
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"My parents beat me as a child and I am not traumatized," said the man whose ex-partner reported him for physical violence.
"When I was a child they left me crying alone until I fell asleep and it was so bad I did not go out," said the man who spends long hours in social networks, affecting his sleep.
"They punished me as a child and I'm fine," said the man who, every time he makes a mistake, says to himself words of contempt, as a form of self-punishment.
"As a child, they put a heavy hand on me and I suffer from a trauma called 'education'," said the woman who still does not understand why all of her partners end up being aggressive.
"When I became capricious as a child, my father locked me in a room alone to learn and today I appreciate it," said the woman who has suffered anxiety attacks and can not explain why she is so afraid of being locked in small spaces .
"My parents told me they were going to leave me alone or give me to a stranger when I did my tantrums and I do not have traumas," said the woman who has prayed for love and has forgiven repeated infidelities so as not to feel abandoned
"My parents controlled me with just the look and see how well I came out," said the woman who can not maintain eye contact with figures of 'authority' without feeling intimidated.
"As a child, I got even with the iron cable and today I am a good man, even professional," said the man his neighbors have accused the police for drunk hitting objects and yelling at his wife.
"My parents forced me to study a career that would make me money, and see how well off I am," said the man who dreams of Friday every day because he is desperate in his work doing something every day that is not what he always wanted.
"When I was little they forced me to sit down until all the food was finished and they even force fed me, not like those permissive parents" affirmed the woman who does not understand why she could not have a healthy relationship with food and in her adolescence came to develop an eating disorder.
"My mother taught me to respect her good chancletazos to the point," said the woman who smokes 5 cigarettes a day to control her anxiety.
"I thank my mom and my dad for every blow and every punishment, because, if not, who knows what would happen to me," said the man who has never been able to have a healthy relationship, and whose son constantly lies to him because he has fear.
And so we go through life, listening to people claiming to be good people without trauma, but paradoxically, in a society full of violence and wounded people.
It's time to break generational trauma cycles.
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I was absolutely here for it !!!
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— Assata Shakur, from Assata: An Autobiography
Full(er) context: “The schools we go to are reflections of the society that created them. Nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody is going to teach you your true history, teach you your true heroes, if they know that that knowledge will help set you free.”
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how I tell stories
me: and then she was like
me: and im like
me: but then shes like
me: then theyre like
me: so i was like
me: yeah like
me: i know like
me: ye
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be healthily sensitive. tell them you're hurt when you're hurt. describe what hurt you. no silent treatment and passive aggressiveness. be honest. don't compromise your emotion. don't bottle it up. weigh the issue. understand and maybe, forgive.
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Tani shot by Shaza Elnour (pre- quarantine)
Styling: Tani Riches
Creative Direction: Tani Riches & Shaza Elnour
Source: instagram.com
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Serge Attukwei Clottey, b. 1985 My Mother’s Wardrobe Ghana (2016) Photos by Nii Odzenma and Dennis Akuoku-Frimpong [Source], [Source]
Vogue says:
Ghanaian Independence Day falls on March 6 and last year artist Serge Attukwei Clottey marked the occasion with a boundary-pushing act of self-liberation. He walked through the streets of Accra, the nation’s capital, in his deceased mother’s clothes with members of his art collective—also in their mothers’ clothing—marching by his side in solidarity. Wearing vibrantly printed traditional dress, the mostly male crew drew hundreds of onlookers out of their homes and onto the street, sending shockwaves through Ghanaian society where the conversation around gender fluidity is only just beginning to open up and homosexuality is illegal.
For Clottey, who lost his mother in 2014, the public performance was born out of a personal frustration with the country’s funeral traditions in which a mother’s belongings are distributed among her daughters a year after her passing. As an only son, he was essentially disinherited from his mother’s legacy. He has recuperated much of her textile collection from his family for phase two of his project, entitled My Mother’s Wardrobe.
The new photo series is set against the lush landscape of Labadi, a coastal neighborhood on the outskirts of the city where the artist spent his childhood. According to local legend, the Labadi lagoon is home to a river goddess and has been a place of spiritual sanctuary for generations.
The 6-foot-1 artist has all the swagger of a modern-day Poseidon as he poses with traditional fabrics wrapped tightly around his muscular body. “In my culture, a woman’s richness lies in her closet. My mom would always say, instead of putting money in the bank, I’m investing in your future in this way,” says Clottey, speaking via Skype from his studio in Accra. “The truth is historically fabric was used in the trade of humans, and because of that we have inherited this idea. When a man is married to a woman, he’s expected to present these fabrics to his wife.”…
Though it’s been over a year since Clottey first took to the streets in his mother’s clothes, his performance continues to spark debate around gender equality and the question of LGBTQ rights. He’s since managed to more than triple the size of his GoLokal art collective, galvanizing many of his young creative followers with a rallying call for social change. “It took me a month and a half to convince my collective to join me on My Mother’s Wardrobe. Some of them were against homosexuality and didn’t want to be seen as gay for fear of being physically attacked. But in the end their attitudes changed,” he says. “If can make people think with my work, break down those stereotypes, then perhaps more change will come.”
I need to plaster this on every surface of my house tbh
Transcription of image titled, “Quick List: When Are Apologies Appropriate?”
SAY SORRY WHEN: (Column on the left side)
- You’ve crossed a boundary
- You become aware that someone felt hurt by an action of yours
- You were mistaken about something
DON’T APOLOGIZE FOR: (Column on the right side)
- Taking up space
- Consuming resources
- Existing
- Expressing yourself
- Asking for something
- Asserting yourself
- Putting yourself first
- Being different
- Disappointing others
- Choosing what works for you
- For saying no
- For saying yes
- For being happy
- For being sad
- For being upset
- For having needs
- For having feelings
- For having wants
- For being
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people will talk shit about you no matter what you do, so do whatever the fuck makes you happy.