Conversations With My Body II

Conversations With My Body II

How my last heist went down.

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I was involved in a robbery once, and I did 6 months time.

I was an accomplice; wasn't thinking straight, made split decisions when I shouldn't have made decisions at all; I should've gathered my things and left but instead, I permitted his entrance.

When I testified months ago, this is what I told the faces gawking at me.

"I looked deep into his eyes and felt as if I had finally found a place to set my things down, a place to rest, a quiet space in this noisy dimension.

He was my rainbow after the rain, the ripe treasure at the end of that half circle expanding across the sky.

But it was fools gold.

What a fool to give away my master keys with one unsubstantial, please.

Don't you all understand that I am the victim? A thief broke into my house, he understayed his welcome, he took all that I had and gave none."

The crowd was silent. I was on trial...my body had put me on trial.

Then Heart spoke to me:

"Queen, your majesty, sweet child of the most high, don't you understand that he took and left and fled because his entrance was free.

He paid no price to enter into your flower garden, so when the rain came and flooded the grounds, he left and came when he pleased.

Darling, he had no commitment to thee.

He never had to stay to "get his money's worth" because you costed nothing.

You charged $0 but provided guarantees.

Tell us why you gave love so willingly?"

"I gave and I gave and I gave. Even when my cup was empty I used my tears as the water to fill up his cup, and I poured some more.

I poured till he took his cup away, and if he stayed I would have never stopped pouring.

Why did I do it?

I was no longer empty once I made him whole. "

"In the claims that your body has made against you, the court finds you guilty of larceny.

You are sentenced to solitude."

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There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

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Being "Auntie Meg" brings me such great joy. You see, I absolutely adore children, especially my friend's kiddos. They can easily brighten up my day with their giggles, love you, and their goodbye kisses & waves. I absolutely love getting to be "Auntie Meg"; it could potentially be my favorite role to fill.

I don't think I've ever loved human beings more than I love these babies. These are kiddos I would do almost anything for; they truly have my whole heart and I couldn't be more thankful for each and every one of them. I've loved getting to watch my friends grow into incredible parents.

I love getting to be one of the biggest cheerleaders for my friends and their kids. Listen, I can't wait for the day when they are older and are asking to come over more and spend time doing fun things with auntie Meg. I can't wait to watch them grow and I can't wait to be able to come alongside them and be a shoulder to cry on and one of the loudest voices cheering them on (Next to mom and dad, of course).

While there is just so much good about your friends growing up and having children of their own, if you are not careful, it can also fuel a person's self-doubt.

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Those things are so important to remember in times when you begin to doubt yourself or your worth.

Believe me, you are good enough, there is nothing wrong with you, and that is not the path you need to be on at the moment. This is a great time for you to focus on you and the things you want out of life. What are your goals? What is on your bucket list? Just because you don't have the things your friends have, doesn't make your life any less fulfilled than theirs is. Your life is just as wonderful and fulfilling as theirs is, just in different ways.

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