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Self distruct sequence interupted.

This afternoon I am fighting for what I am worth. I can’t make up for missing uni, so I will put it in the past and not torture myself over it. It’s a new day and therefore a new start and I will focus simply on there here and now and what I can do with the time I’ve got. The body is being cooperative at the moment, so I shall take advantage of it, get some housework done (I hate being a domestic goddess, so so much…someone should marry me and clean my house for me…I’m happy to do all the cooking in exchange ;P) and hit the study books. I have assignments to decimate with my spectacular intellect :P

Self destruct sequence initiated

I’m frustrated. Frustrated and mad as hell. At my body for being an arsehat and not working properly and at myself for struggling so much emotionally when it happens. I’ve got my fuck the world attitude right now and that’s a problem because it involves me shutting everyone out and disconnecting from responsibility. Step one, skip class at uni when I really should go for a group project. I’m not that unreliable group member and I never have been and I am fighting the inner turmoil that is coming with feeling like I am letting people down. In the end I am letting myself down most of all, but come the morning I won’t have listened to that voice and will be well into a downward spiral of disappointment in myself as a person, disgust at my decisions and anguish at my inability to make my body do as it should.

The ole one day at a time cliche!

I’m on a journey. It’s rarely been an easy one but then that’s the nature of existence really isn’t it. The long held perceptions I’ve had about myself are ever so slowly shifting and changing, morphing from the terrified youth I feel I have been for so long into someone unafraid of standing up for herself. Standing up not only to the expectations society places on our shoulders but to the expectations I have placed on my own. I’m learning, one day at a time, sometimes minute to minute to stand up to the voices that tell me I am worth less than what I am.

It’s kind of an interesting concept how strongly our environment does actually shape our development. I was raised in a family where abuse was rampant on just about every level imaginable; sexual, physical, emotional. Once you are taught to treat one thing as shameful and something to be hidden it rapidly escalates to a point where suddenly everything you do, everything you feel needs to stay hidden. It’s a deep and often irrational fear that takes over your life and permeates your being on a spiritual level. I’m 32 now and as I look back on what I have done with my life I am saddened at how much I allowed to be stolen from me through the fear that I learned as a child. I’ve rarely taken a stand for myself against myself. But one day at a time, I am changing that.

I’ve seen my body as an enemy for so long. Illnesses that have come and decided to settle in have often made me feel like my own body has betrayed me but now I realise that, just as often, I too have betrayed it. I have a duty of care to the vessel I am in and I have not upheld this duty with due dillegence. I have allowed circumstances to distract and divert my attention away from the things that truly matter. I’ve fumbled around for years attempting to become strong of body with little success and for some absurd reason it’s only just now occurring to me that first I must be strong of mind and especially strong of heart. Therein lies the real challenge. The next 12 weeks I am going to be doing the body for life program and I am blessed to be surrounded by a group of strong successful people on the next leg of my life journey. I am writing this journal entry because honesty about myself terrifies me. The thought of confronting these fears head on terrifies me. Yet the idea that in 10 years time I could be looking back and be stuck exactly where I have been stuck for 10 years already terrifies me more.

So prepare yourself followers, we will be shifting focus for a little while. I am sure there will be politics still, but there’s going to be a lot of open, honest and I suspect potentially confusing dialogue going on in the weeks ahead.

Take a deep breath with me folks. I’m going in.

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judginqs:

judginqs:

judginqs:

okay so uhhhm, i know most of you will think this is just for attention, well it’s really not, i’m honestly so serious about this guys..
The past few months have been very tough for me, my dad not long ago passed away due to severe damage to his lungs, mainly caused from smoking, yet my mum still smokes, and it brings me to tears, honest to god..
all I’m asking for is for you guys to get this to 20,000 notes, whether that’s by reblogging or liking, it wouldn’t only help me out, it would save my mum from a lot of future problems which would mean the world to me, because she’s my world right now, I love my mum.
if you can help, then thank you. You’re basically saving a life, and making another’s happier, which is lovely, I couldn’t ask for more, I’ve always asked her to stop, and she’s always said no, this is my ONLY chance, and you can help out, please, I love you guys :)
P.S. If any of you are in a similar situation with smoking, then message me :’) I want to help as much as possible :(
Thank you, I can’t wait to see my mum stop, will create a bunch of happiness.

I forgot to add that reblogs will get this out quicker :)) <3

I guess it will never happen :’c

judginqs:

judginqs:

judginqs:

okay so uhhhm, i know most of you will think this is just for attention, well it’s really not, i’m honestly so serious about this guys..

The past few months have been very tough for me, my dad not long ago passed away due to severe damage to his lungs, mainly caused from smoking, yet my mum still smokes, and it brings me to tears, honest to god..

all I’m asking for is for you guys to get this to 20,000 notes, whether that’s by reblogging or liking, it wouldn’t only help me out, it would save my mum from a lot of future problems which would mean the world to me, because she’s my world right now, I love my mum.

if you can help, then thank you. You’re basically saving a life, and making another’s happier, which is lovely, I couldn’t ask for more, I’ve always asked her to stop, and she’s always said no, this is my ONLY chance, and you can help out, please, I love you guys :)

P.S. If any of you are in a similar situation with smoking, then message me :’) I want to help as much as possible :(

Thank you, I can’t wait to see my mum stop, will create a bunch of happiness.

I forgot to add that reblogs will get this out quicker :)) <3

I guess it will never happen :’c

Where did you find that graffiti? Because I know the exact one is in Taree. Are you from Taree?
Anonymous

Nope, not from Taree. I get the pics of the graffiti from the artists facebook page. With permission of course :P The artist is Heesco.

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theonewholovesbooks:

thatfilthyanimal:

fawnthefeminist:

Young women are having difficulty accessing tubal ligation, despite it being a relatively safe (death rate is 1-2 per 100,000) and elective surgery.

There is a waiting period of 30 days for women seeking tubal ligation, yet no waiting period for men seeking vasectomies. 
(Source)


Young women are often discriminated against when seeking sterilization. Many doctors ask offensive questions (“What if you met a billionaire who wanted to have kids with you?”), state categorically that their patients are too young to consider the surgery, and generally act as though, as one woman who tried unsuccessfully to be sterilized at the age of 21 in the U.K. put it, ”just because I was a woman, I’d reach a point where an urge to breed would overcome all rational thought.” (Perhaps unsurprisingly, that woman’s 25-year-old husband faced no such presumptions when he asked his doctor for a vasectomy. The procedure was quickly approved.)
(Source)


Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use. 
The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? 'Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?'
I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.

theonewholovesbooks:

thatfilthyanimal:

fawnthefeminist:

Young women are having difficulty accessing tubal ligation, despite it being a relatively safe (death rate is 1-2 per 100,000) and elective surgery.

There is a waiting period of 30 days for women seeking tubal ligation, yet no waiting period for men seeking vasectomies. 

(Source)

Young women are often discriminated against when seeking sterilization. Many doctors ask offensive questions (“What if you met a billionaire who wanted to have kids with you?”), state categorically that their patients are too young to consider the surgery, and generally act as though, as one woman who tried unsuccessfully to be sterilized at the age of 21 in the U.K. put it, ”just because I was a woman, I’d reach a point where an urge to breed would overcome all rational thought.” (Perhaps unsurprisingly, that woman’s 25-year-old husband faced no such presumptions when he asked his doctor for a vasectomy. The procedure was quickly approved.)

(Source)

Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use. 

The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? 'Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?'

I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.