Pink ribbon, Vrouwzijn

Pink ribbon: oktober in ‘t roze!

Namasté godin,

Long time no see! Ik hoop dat het goed met je gaat🙏🏾.

We leven ondertussen al ruim een week in de maand oktober. De maand van grote transitie van de natuur (tenminste, als de ‘jouw’ land of werelddeel zich in vier seizoenen uit) én Pink Ribbon. Het is de perfecte tijd om extra stil te staan bij de gezondheid van borsten.

Omdat ik mij zelf in een periode van grote transitie bevind, ben ik even niet in de gelegenheid om geheel nieuwe blogs te genereren (yep, weer die befaamde writers block, haha!). Wat ik natuurlijk wel kan doen is een lijstje samenstellen met de blogposts die ik vorig jaar over dit onderwerp geschreven heb.

Pink ribbon: let’s celebrate boobs!

Pink ribbon challenge: draag heel oktober dagelijks een roze item!

Pink ribbon: Hoe onderzoek je je eigen borsten?

Pink ribbon: Zijn jij en jouw borsten boezemvriendinnetjes?

Pink ribbon: 80% van de vrouwen draagt de verkeerde maat beha!

Pink ribbon: schaamte voor blote borsten en harde tepels

Enjoy reading, enjoy your boobs powervrouw! Pink ribbon

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Let’s educate one another and be proud together! So plant that seed, make it grow and let it blossom…

 

 

 

 

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Heal yourself for them too

Goddesses we are (Wij godinnen international). Scroll door naar beneden naar de volgende blogpost om deze in het Nederlands te lezen!

It’s up to us to break generational curses. When they say “it runs in the family” you tell them “this is where it runs out” ~ amazingmemovement.com

Namasté goddess,

A few days ago, I felt the strong urgency to write about family karma this week; recurring difficult life themes that are passed on from generation to generation.

Beloved powerful woman, in my short life of almost 35 years I have experienced al lot. Many beautiful moments, but also ‘things’ that shouldn’t have happened at all. Or maybe should they? Some themes keep coming back like a boomerang. And instead of being able to catch it, I just didn’t know this time where it came from when it hit me… Yes, ouch!

Sometimes it’s the case that previous generations had to deal with a number of recurring issues during their life. If these issues are left unsolved, they WILL be passed on to their descendants, either consciously or unconsciously. ‘Things’ just hijack the DNA! It starts in the womb. With every new addition to the family, the issue comes back to life.

Honestly, I‘m having a very hard time right now. I feel disappointed, angry, sad and scared at the same time. And quite frankly, I actually feel defeated by certain aspects of life. Why does this ancestral crocodile keep biting me in the butt (that flares slightly to the side)? Always the same old song from f#ck*ng prehistory!

Real life is NOT perfect at all. Perfectly displayed lifes on Facebook and Instagram aren’t telling the whole truth. Real life is beautiful but ugly too sometimes. It’s like a rough diamond. I’m not the type of person that pretends everything is okay. Even difficult moments deserve full attention. This is actually where spiritual growth begins.

One of my assignments during this life is to FEEL. Everything. To just sit with all that is. And to let it hurt when it is painful indeed. I’m an old soul and I already know some of my other missions during my last life on earth. Getting closure is very real to me. I should not only wrap ‘things’ up for myself, but also for my daughters and my ancestors. That family karma ends with me. Asé! I will heal for all of them. In time.

I already have proven to myself that I’m a strong woman. I’ve had my fine share of sheer sh*t, but I’m still standing! I accept this new challenge, knowing that it’s temporary and that everything will turn out just fine. It is time to make changes. I claim my responsibility.

Beloved ancestors,

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

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Plant that seed, make it geow and let it blossom…

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Goddess, you are a variation of normal!

Goddesses we are (Wij godinnen international). Scroll door naar beneden om deze blog in het Nederlands te lezen!

There is no wrong way to have a body ~ Glenn Marla

Namasté goddess,

I’m not perfect. I’m aware of the fact that I have physical imperfections too. Cellulite, stretch marks, pimples and their scars, mustache and chin hairs, hyperpigmentation caused by eczema and spots of hypopigmentation because of something that could be vitiligo… I have it ALL! Boy oh boy, a tough cookie to deal with during the summer. But hey, do you keep yourself covered up out of embarrassment or do you ‘just’ embrace it all? Do you allow that uncomfortable feeling to hinder you in how you dress yourself?

A few weeks ago I had a lunch date with my partner; a belated birthday gift from me to him. I had a nice dress in the closet that I never had worn before. The dress was very uhm, revealing. It followed every curve female body. I knew that I would feel very naked with this piece of fabric on my skin. Goodness gracious, very scary! “You know what …?” i thought to myself. “… I’ll just put on some Spanx.”

I rushed to the mirror once i put it on. You can imagine, being a woman yourself, how things went after that. A quarter turn to the left, looking over the shoulder at the butt. Half turn to the right, looking over the shoulder at the but again. I liked what I saw! Sleek and well-formed. No bumps and lumps. It seemed to dress me beautifully until I inspected my reflection from the front. And there it was, an unnatural fold across my waist. It revealed my little wardrobe secret! “Crap… that’s bad!” I shouted completely frustrated. ‘This doesn’t look right! I can see the line right here … “. I felt like the whole world could see that I was cheating, trying to fool everyone with my not so invisible corrective pants. Besides, it was almost 30 degrees centigrades outside. It actually added an extra layer of highly synthetic clothing. Not very fomfortable during a one-hour boat ride. I just had to take it off immediately.

Back to the mirror… I saw a curvy woman with squeezable butt cheeks that slighty flared to the side. They could be more compact. A few tiny bumps and lumps here and there. A small pouch belly, but what do you expect after two pregnancies? I thought I didn’t loon too bad without the pants. It actually looked more natural. Soft. I am a big fan of looking as natural as possible. Why wouldn’t I show the world that I do embrace my imperfections? That it’s okay to be who you are?

Just imagine, goddess, if everyone looked the same… That would be so boring. You know, we’re talking about looks. If you close your eyes, you won’t see yourself anymore while “you” are still here. Then you actually must be MORE than just your body. In essence, so on the inside, we’re all the same. Beautiful souls. All these different bodies work in the exact same way. What you look like is temporary and only the packaging. Our different looks are just a variation of normal!

Isn’t it weird that embracing imperfections of someone else is easier? Women are so harsh on themselves when it comes to physical appearance. The media, which often degrades us to mere pleasure objects, doesn’t help at all. There’s this invisible mold that we should all fit into. Only a small percentage of women meet “the great ideal”. I wrote about this before. That eternal battle with the scales, calories and BMI calculations must end for our own sake. Please get out of that matrix and love yourself unconditionally like you already know you can love someone else.

It was a very liberating experience to step out into the world as myself. Some eyes were gazing ; that light green dress pops on dark complexion like mine. I liked that. My partner loved it. I loved the fact that he loved it!

The most remarkable thing was that people are mainly concerned with themselves, which means that nine out of ten times they are not busy with someone else’s appearance at all. And when they do have problems with the looks of others, it’s because they have the biggest issues with themselves too…

Dear goddess, the perfect body does NOT exist! Beauty is not determined by a certain clothing size or number on the scales. Or by someone that tells you you don’t fit in THE mold. Everyone deserves love and respect, regardless of your physical appearance. It all starts with being centered, so go ahead. Love yourself!

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Plant that seed, make it grow and let it blossom…