Tag: womanhood
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My love

She shows compassion as she hugs me when I say I’m not feeling well. She makes me laugh with funny jokes, looks, comments, and dance moves. She cuddles me every night before she falls asleep. She’s intuitive and knows when she’s had enough. She understands me when I speak and sometimes responds without words. She…
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Uncharted territory

I often forget how our bodies are naturally in sync with the seasons. There are periods throughout the year where my body begs for activity and there are moments when it begs for stillness. Right now I’m somewhere in between. Some days my mind wants the movement and my body doesn’t care to keep up.…
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Home practice

After one of the very first yoga classes I ever took, I heard the teacher talking to a student about cultivating a home practice. I had never heard of that term before and I tried to make sense of it for a couple of years. While I was certain that it meant practicing yoga at…
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Dark poetry

We are so quick to close the door after an experience. We allow the small details to fester and disintegrate within our own bodies and minds. But why not keep that door open and allow others to see in? Why not allow others to watch the unfolding and unraveling? Not because I think it’s important…
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Island

Darkness courses through my veins just as light emanates from my body. I see, feel, process, internalize, and communicate differently than some others, and sometimes I feel like an island. People can see my silhouette from a distance but upon getting closer they just can’t grasp the complexities of what is before them. My emotions…
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Mrs. Jones

I started shaving my legs in 5th grade. Not because the hair was dark or bothersome, but because my friends were doing it. That means before I even entered into my teens I was conforming to societies standards of beauty and womanly upkeep. In middle school, I joined in with a bunch of my friends…
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Academia

Grade school and I never really meshed well… I was far too physically active, mentally distanced, or not intrigued enough to fully dive in. And on top of that, I was a young beautiful girl in a public school system which felt like I was a minnow thrown into a deep cage with hundreds of…
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Acceptance

Some of the areas in which I am learning to accept myself: I accept I am a human being before I am a parent I accept I have limitations and many shortcomings, and this is okay I accept I don’t always know the right way I accept I am often ashamed to admit my own…
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Fight, flight, or freeze

I’m relentlessly tossed around in the rush of a wave pool (constructed by my own choices) begging for the machine to turn off. Lifeguards watch from the sidelines, mistaking my fearful face with a face of adrenaline. I want to get out. I can’t gain my footing even though the ground isn’t far from my…
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Limited language

There are times when I want to claw my skin off. Not necessarily to get rid of the skin that I wear but more so to release what I feel is trapped inside. I have found that words cannot properly express what it is that I’m trying to convey, and because of that I feel…