I am my own experiment. I am my
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
— Madonna
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
— Madonna
And you see it happening more, it?s crazy to watch. Whether in politics, or corporate, or even sports lately? women being expected to answer and even apologize for over achievement or wanting equal pay.
But what message are we sending?
Win, but not too much.
Celebrate, but not too much.
Be empowered, but not too much.
Own your body, but not too much.
Show emotion, but not too much.
Question, but not too much.
Report injustice, but not too much.
Love yourself, but not too much.
If we want to flourish as a society, then we need to recognize this about ourselves and change it. Let?s break free from the psychological prison of inequality. And of course some people will fight to keep things as they?ve always been, but we can expect that. The warden is never happy when the prison closes. Regardless of the resistance, let?s stand up for this change anyway. Our daughters, our sisters, our moms, our neighbors, all the women in our society deserve better than that, and we are better than that. Outdated ideas inevitably lead to outdated behaviors, it?s time for an update.
— Steve Maraboli
If I don’t eat junk, I don’t gain weight.
— Paula Christensen
Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.
— Patience Johnson, Why Does an Orderly God Allow Disorder
There’s two kinds of women–those you write poems about and those you don’t.
— Jeffrey McDaniel
When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her name was to be in the title of the story, it almost always worked. Then, later, when we’d passed a night of delicious love-making together, after she?d gone and I?d felt that feeling of happiness mixed with sorrow, I sometimes would write a book or story about her. Sometimes her character, her way about herself, her love-making, it sometimes marked me so heavily that I couldn’t go on in life and be happy unless I wrote a book or a story about that woman, the happy and sad memory of that woman. That was the only way to keep her, and to say goodbye to her without her ever leaving.
— Roman Payne
Some women seem so voluptuous in every sense, richly bountiful and fertile with generous gifts of plenty, sensual and confident in their female strength that they are called “earth mothers.”
That?s how some days feel?when they are bountiful and fertile with the power of our imagination.
— Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
There’s this mental illness, right? It’s called ‘anhedonia.’ It means ‘without pleasure.’ You can look it up, though all you really need to do is look around.” She motioned to the door the other women had disappeared through, and to the world at large. “A good deal of people, mostly women, spend their entire lives in this state. It’s a sort of half-death. But if you recognize this, you can fix it…You focus on bliss. Small pleasures. Fill your day with as many as you can fit into twenty-four hours. You devote every possible moment not to fulfilling another person-a man-but yourself.”-Suzanne
“Sounds hedonistic”- Joanna
“But once you can do this, you start attracting everyone to you. You dont need compare yourself to some other girl, no matter how young or firm or perky she is…..Trust me. A woman like this, one at her best? We’re the color of the world. We’re the light and the beauty. So focus on your pleasure, and the man you want can’t help but realize…that he may be a prince…but your a goddess.-Suzanne
— Vicki Pettersson, City of Souls
When a Wanderess has been caged,
or perched with her wings clipped,
She lives like a Stoic,
She lives most heroic,
smiling with ruby, moistened lips
once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
— Roman Payne
This world needs more tenderness …
A woman, nested in her heart, is the guardian of morality, warmth and wisdom far above the world of the rational mind. If we are not the ones to open up to tenderness within ourselves, who will?
— Petra Poje – Keeper of The Eye