“Thinks Like A Guy”

30 Things To Expect From A Woman Who’s Been Told She “Thinks Like A Guy” (As If It’s Some Kind Of Compliment… – http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtCatalog/~3/ztfcKSnc-LI/story01.htm

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A perspective – there is no normal

On a door in a house…

Door

Close up of some of the quotes:

Door 1

 

Door 2

 

Door 3

 

Door 4

Door 5

 

Door 6

So, what’s your initial reaction to the quotes?

Stop and then, what do you think of the messages?

What impression does the person who stuck these on the wall leave with you?

Wishing you good fun and joy,

– FlorenceT

 

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© 2015 Photography by FlorenceT

Not apologising for being me

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others,
rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.

Frederick Douglass

 

How great it is to LOVE YOURSELF

…to no longer be afraid to show the world who you really are,

…to own up to all your strengths and your faults,

…to not pretend to be someone else to please or placate another…

…to STOP APOLOGIZING FOR BEING YOU.

 

That’s the message of this empowering song.  Enjoy!

 

 

 

– FlorenceT

 

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Memories – a poem

memories

All the mem’ries
Where have they gone?
Though you may search
They are no longer.

So I now speak
A friend who cares
How long will you
Continue on.

Losing yourself
Hating yourself
Finding yourself
Vicious cycle.

While the world turns
But you don’t see
What you have lost
What you will lose.

Perhaps it is then
Shadows reveal
Reality confront
Calling on you.

For none can wake
Your slumbering
Until the hard jolt
Life and love lost.

She is long gone
Away from this
Never bitter
Forever scarred.

Yet I wish you
My friend who loves
Wellness and care
  Peace in all things.

-FlorenceT

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Good friends or BFF?

Postaday – On Bees and Efs

I have friends or good friends, but never a BFF  – at least not one that resides solely in one person.  In fact it is difficult for me to imagine any one person who could embody all aspects of what a ‘friend’ is, through the ages, through the moments and life events, who could appreciate who I am and accept without judgment what I do at all times, through all the changes in my life.

Do we have a right to expect this of anyone?  Should negative  judgment attach to anyone who is unable to fulfill this ‘job description’?  I think not.

I have a close group of friends, who perhaps collectively knows everything there is to know about me (except for that part of me which I hold close – my secret life to which no one knows).  Collectively, we share moments of hilarity and tears, we support each other through our pain and loss, we celebrate our lives.. and we speak of everyday mundane moments.  We have created shared history which is a bedrock for the friendship years to come.

Yet each of them would know more than enough of me to be a very dear friend.  Each of them would know one or more aspects of me in greater depth than the others.  This phenomenon was not an intentional act to conceal parts of me from a friend.  It is just that there is a friend with whom I am more comfortable confiding about the intricacies of my relationships, another with whom I share the highs and lows of my career, the other I speak to of the fears and hopes of parenting.  Not any one is less important, not any one is less significant.

BFF means Best Friend Forever.  Best friend – she who is somehow the best of the lot.  Can you fathom that? I would not wish to pick, among my friends, who is best.

I have a fine group of women as friends who have stood by me, who have seen me through thick and thin, who have gently admonished me , picked me up, cheered me on, shared space with me in silence, kept me grounded.

I am blessed!

All about That Bass

I have a big smile on my face… I know you can’t see it so I’m telling – so you can ‘hear’ my smiling voice when I say what I have to say.

The TV was on whilst I was cooking, when I heard this vibrant rhythm began –  rather unique for this day and age.  What, rock n roll?  Of course, I checked it out and voila! the second surprise.  The music video – which I have included below – has men and women dressed well, instead of dressed exposed.  The most risque outfit might shock a 1950s audience, if that.

Besides the rhythm and melody, there is the song’s empowering lyrics:

You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Then there is the dig at the media’s misrepresentation of women, creating a false and unachievable body image:

I see the magazines workin’ that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
C’mon now, make it stop

Girls cannot be what they cannot see, and there has been a lot of music and music video depicting girls and women solely as sexual beings, looking like Barbie, playing supporting roles to men.  Well, not this one.

The music genre may not be everyone’s ‘cup of tea’ but the message is loud and clear:

If you got beauty beauty, just raise ’em up
Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top

There is hope yet!   So, watch the video of Meghan Trainor’s ‘All about That Bass’ for yourself 🙂