Collar Bones

My friends and I had just taken some pictures. We were looking through the photos and talking about them. My friend Joe* said: “Wow Hannah, your collarbones are so deep. Are you anorexic?” I knew he was joking, but instead I said: “I know, I’m so skinny.” I was half joking. (After that I noticed Joe* was more careful with his words or jokes when he talked to me). I never really thought about my collarbones, before. It was one of those body parts I thought people didn’t pay attention to. I felt a little insecure at that moment. I felt insecure about my collarbones. I didn’t know I was that skinny. But 2 hours later I was fine. I actually learned to appreciate my collarbones in those 2 hours. People contour their chest with make-up just to have “collarbones.” And the collarbone thing actually runs in my family. I started saying out loud that same day that I love my collarbones. I wanted Joe* to hear. But he didn’t. I wanted him to know that what he said did not affect me in negative way, but in a positive way. Thanks Joe* for letting me love myself and my body in 2 hours.

Girls and boys appreciate your body. You are gorgeous! Who cares what other people say. You were carved into the image of Christ Jesus. Love yourself and your body. Because God loves it too.

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Do you see my collarbones? Aren’t they so deep and beautiful?

* Joe is a pseudonym. Fuck it, his name was Will.

Freddi Buscati

One day there was a boy named Freddi Buscati. Freddi was a Haitian boy who moved to Florida one year ago at the age of eleven. When Freddi was a young boy, his friends made fun of his name. They have never met a black boy whose name was Freddi. So the kids called him a blite (black mixed with the word white). Freddi didn’t know what they were saying since he only spoke Haitian Creole. But their body language showed that what they were saying was mean. So all he said to them was: “Ou nèg yo se kon.” They got scared and thought he put a curse on them. The kids ran away and never looked back.

Courage in Vulnerability

I thought this was very interesting, this post really spoke to me.

(This is also from my sister’s blog, you should follow it).

Esther Yvette

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I need to learn how to be vulnerable.

I realize that I’m afraid to show all of me. I have a fear of showing some of my weaknesses or sharing some of my desires. I’ve learned to hold things in, toughen up and handle things by myself.

Overall, I’m an assertive person, well at least I think I am. I let people know my feelings and concerns. However, it’s hard for me to share my whole self.

I’m reading Brené Brown’s book, “The Gifts of Imperfection” and she talks about how becoming vulnerable makes us courageous, compassionate and connected. That it takes courage to let people see your imperfections, flaws, your inner most desires and even your power. Courage in vulnerability brings connection with someone who then can relate in the midst of compassion.

Here is a perfect, simple and funny example, in which I didn’t allow myself to…

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Smile

“Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile”

-“Smile” by Nat King Cole

“When you’re smiling, when you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you”

-Rufus Wainwright

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KEEP SMILING!!!!!