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Becoming a Woman

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I cannot recall the moment I became a woman.

Nor the day.

Or the year.

It wasn’t the day I put on my first pad, walked in high heels, or lost my virginity.

It wasn’t magical, but it was life altering.

Maybe it was the day the news got sadder instead of boring.

Maybe it was the day I fixed my own broken heart.

Maybe it was the day I realized family was a lot more than blood.

Maybe it was the day I stopped allowing people to define me.

I became a woman,

During the years learning to love the girl inside of me.

 

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Blessed to be Canadian

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In Africa a frail women balances a clay pot on her head, carrying cloudy water to her four children so they can have a drink of water to fill their grumbling bellies.

In Iraq a small boy is cowering behind his rusted shack, covering his ears in a weak attempt to block out the screaming and the roar of bombs that terrorizes his home village.

In China a teenage girl gags on the toxic air, forced to wear a mask just to breathe and walk down the overcrowded streets.

In Mexico a toddler plays with a broken bottle he found on the beach, among the heaps of trash washed up onto the shore.

In India a nine year old girl is sold by her family into slavery so they could pay for their son’s education.

Yet in Canada I get up and drink a big glass of water from my well.

In Canada I’ve only watched action movies with the explosions of guns and bombs.

In Canada I walk outside in the morning surrounded by pines and maple trees and inhale the crisp air.

In Canada I put out my garbage every Thursday morning so it can disappear when the truck comes.

In Canada I have my own education where an unlimited world of knowledge awaits me.

I’ve been blessed to live in Canada, a paradise too many take for granted.

On the ‘dangers’ of female travel

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Worth the read and consideration for all travelers

Road Essays

This could just be a story about countries deemed dangerous for women to travel to. But it’s more than that. This is a story about our perception of danger and how we’re told time and time again that the unfamiliar and the foreign are more dangerous to us than what is on our own doorstep.

A couple of months back, British tabloid the Daily Mail ran a story in their travel section titled ‘Sex attacks, muggings, and harassment: World’s most dangerous holiday destinations for women (and some of them may surprise you)’. The top ten list declared India; Brazil; Turkey; Thailand; Egypt; Colombia; South Africa; Morocco; Mexico; and Kenya to be the most dangerous countries for female travellers.

We’ll get back to that shortly.  First I want to tell you about a strange encounter I had in Medellin, Colombia in 2001.

After a hard couple of days travelling…

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Fearing Life

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Fearing Life

To fear life is suicide,
Wasting away to die,
Armoring yourself against hurt,
Preventing love from entering

To race life creates a fool,
Accidents happen for the clumsy,
Sprains happen to the strongest,
Making life too short.
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What The World Needs

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What The World Needs

When I hear people say “there is so many things wrong with the world”, I wholeheartedly, %100 disagree. No, I’m not saying the we live in a great world without problems, I know that society sucks, and people suck.

I’m saying that when people are asked the question, “What would make the world a better place?” Here are the most common answers:

1. Peace
2. Love
3. Equality
4. Happiness
etc.

But I think they’re forgetting the whole picture. Peace won’t stop hate, we can’t love everybody. if everyone was equal society would fall apart, and a world where everyone was happy would also mean everyone was insane.

I think, all this world needs is respect.

I don’t have to love you to respect you, your beliefs, and your rights. If people respected one another, their wouldn’t be rapes, murders, abuse, etc. If we respected the world we lived in, we wouldn’t litter it, burn it, destroy it. If we respected ourselves, we wouldn’t self-harm, do drugs, smoke.

When you respect something or someone, what do you act like? imagine if the world just did that everyday?

All in all, that would be a pretty good world to live in.
So I’m not staying that the rich has to become poor and let the poor become rich.
I’m not saying you had to love every person who walks into your life,
I’m not saying you have to protest against deforestation or recycle,
I’m not saying you have to be pleased with yourself everyday,
and I’m not even saying you have to smile everyday.

Everyone goes on and on about what the world needs and how we can make the world a better place. But the way I see it, there is one and only one thing this world needs.

Some respect.

Flat Chested

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Flat Chested

I’m scowling at the mirror, turning my body and puffing out my chest, there, I think as get the right angle I want.

The angle that my boobs look bigger.

Sorry, ‘breast’ is the proper term for it. Personally, I don’t care what you call it, I’m really lacking in it. Always have to be perfectly honest; my illness that hit me at 13, just the beginning of my puberty, took my potential curves and breasts away. So now, I’m 15, tall, slender and…. flat. I’m a ‘B’ cup with push-up padding.

And then much to my dismay, me chastising myself for my lack-of-breasts, society decides that that isn’t enough. Then want big-breasted, big-hips and impossibly toned waist, which quite frankly, nobody can do! Actually, a lot of girls are flat chested, yet sadly, that thought doesn’t sit well with me. It’s funny how a lot of girls with straight hair want curly hair, how girls with curly hair want straight hair, or how girls with big boobs want small ones, and vice versa. We all want something different- or what we don’t have.

I won’t deny it, I’ve goggled how to ‘make my breasts bigger’, and if you ever do or already have (shout out to all the people who have right here) then you’ll now know that drinking lots of milk and massaging them will make them bigger. Well, if that were true, I should be a size DD by now.

When I pray, I actually think please, God, I don’t want huge boobs, just at least a good B or C, that’s all I want. Pathetic? I know. *sigh* the problems of a teenage girl. My purpose of me writing this was to show you, we all have our insecurities, and have you guess it? Being flat-chested is mine. And I know I’m fifteen years old; I have time to grow, right? Yeah well, hallelujah if that day comes.

Better go have another glass of milk. 😉