Becoming emotionaly strong

Refreshing me mind👓. Lots of fun and insightful literature out there. Today, I decided to learn more about Emotional 😵cleansing. Interesting. . .

My take?✍️
We alllow time and circumstances, the weakness to be understanding, empathetic and manipulations, to pollute our emotions. Think of it as a water dam that we keep throwing rubbish in it and never make time to clean it. Eventually the life that existed there will suffocate and die.
The best approach to clearing the rust hidden within your emotional space starts with honesty [of the self] : accepting that there is rubbish within what you consider pure in you. And then recognise the issue(s) and accept that.

These are negative things that keep popping in and leave residuals, tiny eggs, smelly droplets, or those that seem to have made home in your beautiful space: subltle or very loud actions… you get the gist.
I mean those colourful  bubbles flashing brightly every where in your space, even at the corners of your eyes.
You sometimes get used to them, and subconsciously they all become part of you.

Once you start paying attention, and take time to listen to the worries in your heart,
If you cautiously tap into those suspicious bubbles, you’ll eventually get the message.
And start working on your beautiful self.
Take care of you!

LaurindaM

Some learnings from David Benson-No stress, there is progress

Perfectly sculpted

I used to always feel somewhat ‘bent’, and often question every angle and the formation of each limb of my being. I used to look at my size; from the structures of my toes, my hands, my thighs…and then compare to that of the girl next to me. Everything made me feel…less attractive. It made me shy, embarrassed, with my own being. I kept seeing only deformations and felt like the world was starring at me, focusing at only the faults of my structure. Though I have features that I’d brag about…including my walk. O, I love the way I step, but, less did I realise that these thoughts were compounding my self-esteem.

Slowly, these feelings manifested into blips and silently started to impact on everything I do, how I present myself, how I interact and engage with people. The more I tried to hide behind a smile, the more I failed. Because instead of plucking the problem, I was indirectly feeding it by entertaining my own internal abusive dialogue.

I just couldn’t help but keep seeing the girl next to me perfectly made. In her, I’d see everything outlined to perfection, with her petite structure, and her soft skin complementing her so well.  Her hair, and her perfect figure, the shape of her chin, those eyes and her hands so fitting to her body.

Maybe intimidated by her, still I couldn’t see my own perfections only deformations. There were times I used to think that maybe there was a [war] of chromosomes when I was being formed, and some missed their mark, maybe I was supposed to be a boy, funny hey! For the longest time I debated with myself, not knowing exactly what my problem, about my shape could be. I kept wondering if it could be my height,  my big thighs, my long manly shaped fingers…whenever I searched, I kept finding nothing beautiful here compared to the girl next to me. Everything made me feel…less attractive.

Whenever experts talk about critical abusive internal dialogue, they mention a number of glitches but no where have I seen the mention of what I was going through; lack of appreciating my design-my shape, the form of my eyes, my lips, colour and texture of my own hair etc.

The more I explored, the more I realized how unique a model I am, and I needed to see that, and appreciate that. Of course I could never match up to a Cinderella’s beauty; with her curved-bottle-size figure nor her snow white teeth complementing her thin shaped lips with such mesmerizing smile. Her eyes so bright you could see tiny stars waltzing in them.

I did not realise, for a long time how this was affecting me, and crippling my self esteem. Still today, I cannot tell where this self-patronizing mentality mushroomed from, but I knew I needed a change. I had to get out of that space and learn to be happy with myself; to see myself in this form that I was made. I needed to open my mind to appreciate myself; to see my own kind of beauty, with a shape made especially to complement my height, well rounded and shaped to my own perfect form.

I needed to find a way to take back control of my own person, to construct a pattern strong enough to start lifting myself up, because if I didn’t do it, no one else could to it for me.

I know I’m not skinny, nor do I come close to matching the typical petite girl next door. Oh, please don’t get me wrong, I love her shape, I admire her confidence. I love how she carries herself. So proud, she represents me, a strong and proud being, that I should be.

Yes, it took time, but I learned to be kind to myself and recognize that I am my own authentic sculpture. I am a package that only I can carry; a woman, a lady, the diva that I am. I am my very own kind of a special being.

And yes, I’ve never had the pleasure of picking a size 30 from the catalogue or from the boutique rail. But I understand my shape. I love dressing it, flaunting my figure and glide with confidence. I enjoy seeing this model, my reflection on the mirror-so right. I appreciate how each outline complements every angle of this sculpture. My height, just perfect for this weight. My figure is one of my favourite features. I embrace my chest, just the right size. I wouldn’t change anything, for this is how I was made, this is me, and I am perfectly sculpted!

A queen-owning her throne

A general definition of a queen is a female [woman] ruler of an independent state. In a chess game, a queen is regarded as the
MOST POWERFUL piece that each player has. This is a highly authoritative title, a role that commands respect and submission.
Ever since the beginning of time, women have always been regarded as strong and influential beings. To cement this, we even have a special month dedicated to honour mothers, wives, sisters and daughters who fought tirelessly to position women in our society. This commemoration is also extended to women who carry the baton to challenge and influence change in the contemporary society. These women are recognized and honoured for the impact they made in our communities and different structures through many platforms.

I was 20 years old when I had my first child. Six months later I found myself juggling a full time job, motherhood and being a wife, partner, spouse and caregiver. I had to manage these responsibilities and still look after myself, and remember to be someone’s daughter, a friend, a sister, a neighbour and a member of society. On the plus side [for me at least] was the fact that I already had some experience in care giving. I learned the ropes of taking care of and raising a child with my little brothers and sisters. So that part was basically taken care of. The part that no one teaches you exactly what you need to know, and I mean every single detail [as in the nitty-gritties], is how to be that perfect partner; a wife, a friend, a lover, supporter, advisor or even a better critic, or how to fit in a new family.

In the African culture [or at least some], when a young woman is about to leave her paternal home and marry-after the process of negotiations and [amalobolo] the dowry has been completed-she is subjected to a special type of “coaching”, which is provided by the female elders in her [paternal] family. If you’re lucky, your favourite aunt would be part of that. The purpose is to prepare umakoti for the role of a woman and a wife she is to become. This is theory though, and when she enters the land in her new own home or in-laws…the practical part begins. And this can become overwhelming, trust me I know! Your fortitude may be tested; from critics, to empathy, you have to grow up and create your own identity, sometimes you find yourself having shelved your own values, slowly you adopt even those that do not feel rightto you.. You do this to fit it, to be accepted, to blend in. If you’re lucky, you’ll get thos that can support, respect and appreciate you. In that case you’ll get the guidanceyou need to learn all the tricks and trades that make your new family tick.
Survival in some instances depends on one’s strong traits, most importantly the type of support system that one has; spouse, parents, in-laws, friends and maybe new associations. I was blessed, I had a strong support system. As daunting and maybe demanding as it was, I believe I managed the role of being this awesome working mother and a wife because of the pillars of strength I had around me. Ofcourse there were challenges but I always found the strength to maneuver and eventually established my own roots.
The establishment of the women’s position in society was made possible through multiple structures which were geared to support and cement their existence. They helped shape and position, whilst strengthening the voice of women even in the most difficult structures as it’s still the case today.
Our background differ-from the families we come from, and the teachings we had as children and young women. As we grow older and become more aware of who we are and what we stand for, we start to establish our own values, circles of friends, fractions and communities. We start to dream about what we want to do and how to get to those goals; in society as a whole, business world, families etc. Some as it is common in women see and begin to prepare themselves for that special [wedding] day, whereas others don’t even have a choice in the
matter due to various circumstances, and instantaneously become care givers [mothers and possibly wives].
Whatever the type of background or circumstance, we are gifted with the ability to adapt, influence, challenge and transform even the most difficult situations. And with the structures available now, we are equipped to stand tall. As much as we want recognition from others-and do deserve it-but, we need to start acknowledging our importance and the changes we have made and continue to implement across all platforms-it doesn’t matter how small, what’s important is the impact.
In my few decades [of life] and interactions with people, I connected with women who are not only strong but also not shy to share their experiences and wisdom. The gorgeous beings who turned their houses into homes. The Divas who continue to challenge the ‘what not’ into ‘why not’ and still remain poised. The intelligent minds that silently kindle the souls of their families and make even the most difficult and arrogant people see reason. The insightful and sensitive females who employ their intellect to command a realm. The passionate children of their mothers who are selfless enough to share their love without fail. The objective decision-makers and the role models in our communities.
Here’s to you game changer!