I found something from the past in my archives...almost 3 Years ago I had written a piece of my random thoughts and feelings I think you might find it interesting, here it is:
The African woman has always been known and labelled as "the earth" (big with curves shaped as mountains and big breasted chest as the rivers and valley that surround and beautifies the earth). Many names we have received because of our big thighs and that gained us recognition as "the African woman" or "African beauty", now it seems that the modern male species are in preference of the more sporty type and model image.
Yes, I also feel it to be true that the modern woman has taken pride and no shame in her shape these days with no concern nor guilt of how big they are. The women of today now live as prototypes for men. Apparently men prefer "more meat" in their bones and with curves. I say why care what another human being prefers? Rather combine being curvy and taking care of one’s self instead of excessive fat or obesity just to please another soul besides yours. As a woman and a feminist, I say we have lost out marbles and have exchanged our liberty to men and the society we live in by giving in to their preferences and the saying that society labels us with " the richer/solvent /or more able one is, there fatter the belly and arse must be" . Nonsense I say, count me out of that list and as I strive towards that a better understanding of my "calling"; I stand firm (no pun intended) and proud to put my health first.
I have also heard of those that pay the gym so just that everyone knows that they have a gym card. For me cost of living is too high and every penny/cent counts; since I have taken leave from the "workhouse" (gym) to be an incubator for 9 months; I made sure I make arrangements and negotiate some sort of less payment till after.
We have lost interest in our beautiful shapes and firmness and have been devoured by McDonald and Steers.
Sometimes it’s all about principle
Things happen and so many come as shocking surprises and others as forgotten truths that we all wish not to witness the coming or final discovery of it. Its hard to face head on your worst fears and realising that what you always perceived and predicted as true is in fact the truth. Its all about having a back bone to be able to stand and face this world. When you are in pain and in bed on your own and no one hears and sees your thoughts, those are the deciding moments of your life. That is the time when one makes a choice to be or not to be. Only the strong prevail, only the might walk on. As we face the tides in out lives, we forget not that we once walked to the parks of the union buildings and shared our future plans and dreams under the beautiful clear blue summer skies. Now drifted and miles and oceans apart, we still hang on and look forward to a better tomorrow. Hold my hand and never let go, I will be an idea and you will be the wisdom behind it. There is so much that is still...
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