I DON’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED.

When you see it long enough you’ll believe that’s all a woman wants. The idea is planted early in a boy’s mind. What he sees on the screens and what hears on the streets. Contrary to this, there’s reality men have come to terms with, there are, and I should add most times , women don’t want to be touched.

Given that some pickup lines are as stale as they come, women are growing tired of complements and flattery that seem only to take note of the externals.
You see son, making that pick up line doesn’t make you a man. It doesn’t portray the picture you would want it to. An attempt to impress often leaves you a fool.

Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you don’t have to do what everyone else is doing. Women can reason. Women can solve problems. Women have contributions to make to the human race other than beauty and sex appeal.
A woman brought you into this life so that’s reason enough to respect women.
Men can be silly though, they desire to treat women in a certain way but protest when the same standard is applied to their sisters and daughters.

This far, women have heard it all. When it began, women were a bit flattered by songs sang praising their externals. The glorification of their bodies on magazine covers was once celebrated but that is getting stale.

This may surprise you but most times, women don’t want to be touched if this touching waters down who they are and what they bring to the table.
Someone would call this attitude but I’d replace the word with standards and we’re not losing the momentum.
So next time you are about to complement a lady, weigh your words.
Next time you want to touch her, keep in mind there’s a probability she doesn’t want to be touched.

We have more than beauty for you to see, we have more than sex appeal to offer. A genuine man sees beyond the externals. A good man will inspire you to do things you never thought you would yourself, to live without fear and forget regret.
Think about it Sir.

MARINATA

Her name , I just love it. It’s so catchy and very easy to say. It’s like vanilla ice cream with a sprinkle of caramel. Well, I love ice cream in case you need a girlfriend. Marinata, she’s like one of those lazy girls with oversized sweaters and have sneakers and drink naked smoothies and lights up a room with their smile. They hardly miss a backpack with a high puff ponytail.

We all have had stigmas at some point in life. I have had one too. At the age of 6, she was dicovered to have an eye problem. Her eyes would turn from brown to red to green. I’m just trying to imagine how bad that seemed. Doctors assured her that the eyes would clear the moment she hits 13. We all know those doctor talks, trying to make one feel better.

I’m not trying to imlpy anything. 7yrs would be a lifetime wait i’d think. The strength to keep up with kids calling her ‘macho bhangi’. Honestly, it would take me the 12 disciples plus the ten commandments to keep being strong.

For her, stigmatization was never anticipated, no one wanted to associate with her. In her teen-age phase, she would not at any point be part of a group selfie. You seen an alien before? right,I thought so too, but you do have an idea. I’m just trying to think like her peers then and probably give a good reason why I wouldn’t want to be in the same photo with her.

I do not know what vernal conjuctivis or keratoconus is but they do not sound sweet at all. I literally cried when Marinata mentioned that she had several instances where she had to be injected inside her eyes. Her cornea was super thin that she was close to being blind.

I genuinely felt her pain but that wasn’t the reason I cried. I wear glasses too. Myopia isn’t anything close to keratoconus right? I mean, that already sounds like death. I’m here thinking that i’m blind but ‘wueh’ Marinata is blind blind.

I like her. I like her bravery. She continued with her life even when she wanted to die. She realized that her mental health was declining and did something to bring her peace. She reached out to someone. You see, one little step is all she needed to remind herself that this is not permanent. I did not have to understand to be there for her but I listened.

When someone breaks a bone, we reach out to show them care, we don’t make them feel ashamed of what happened to them. So why don’t we do the same to the ones who struggle mentally regardless of whom they are.

It’s amazing how we both have brown eyes and people with brown eyes are the most fun and happy. You know how when you mix a bunch of different colors together and it turns brown? Like paint or pencil. I think the darkness of brown eyes is just a mixture of all that someone has to offer to the world and all that someone has received from the world. Like all the stories, the laughs and the potential in someone ….It all shows through the brown eyes.
All the moments that make someone love life or question life …..all of that shows through those deep brown eyes. Those eyes are anything but ordinary.

YOU ARE ENOUGH

YOU ARE BETTER THAN YOU THOUGHT,YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THEY THINK .

We all have a longing for a father’s. Some of us are devastated by father wounds. A void is left inside us and we are not able to fill it. We suffer from lack of confidence. That moment you really have to be strong and stand out but then the fear of what people say or think about you draws you back. The lack of trust especially with the male figures around us. Also attracting people who mirror back your lack of trust to you. Living a vulnerable life where you are learning to trust every day.

Attracting unavailable people due to an emotional absence from your father. Relationships burning out after a while and then you start to feel afraid to be by yourself and fear of being left. The many times your father was hard on you and you felt not “good enough”. Feeling like you always want more and never fully satisfied with what you have.

You grow to think you are one of those humans too hard to love because the pursuit of love has brought you nothing but pain. You just want to feel nothing and so you numb yourself by hiding your heart behind the space you’ve created out of disappointment. Those days you wished he was there to give you a hug and tell you all will be alright.

You try to piece yourself together at the same time deserving a love that helps you grow. The love that feels like the one you’ve always been capable of providing. You apologize for apologizing so often. You apologize for not being “good enough” because you never got that from him. You almost made sorry sound like a greeting. You labeled yourself a disaster because no one told you that you are more than that tsunami in your heart.

The moment you open up to him about some information concerning your life with some little faith that he’ll give it a listening ear. He then bitches at you for it like he’s guaranteed that you’ll never tell anything to him again. You grow up with your greatest fear being the fear of rejection.

I am no exception, but………

Today I tell myself that I am good enough. I do enough and I have enough. I just let go and live in this moment. I am full of sparkle and love. I make mistakes but I own them and learn from them. I am a precious commodity and not a paper plate to be crumpled up and disposed. I am not an object to be neglected, abused or unappreciated. I am a human to be highly valued and I’m a lasting treasure. I genuinely want to make the world a better place.

I am walking contradiction. I am brave enough to be myself. There is greater love that I am yet to find. There are experiences that are far beyond my imagination. Life is waiting for me and am setting aside expectations to explore it all.

I am not afraid to heal just because I sometimes feel that my identity is centered around the trauma I’ve experienced. I am guarding my heart and making room for all goodness, I mean some flowers are meant to bloom later. I am aware of how my childhood has affected me and I do not want to bleed in the future. I am putting up all the effort to heal. I know that my kids are going to be filled with such beautiful self-loving babies.

Sometimes you need to forget how you feel and think of what you deserve.”

Sometimes you need to forget how you feel and think of what you deserve.” SEE YOURSELF POWERFUL

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