Flat to fem herbal program

#FLAT TO FEM HERBAL PROGRAM VERIFICATION#

So put together it just means an acidic subtance from Pueraria mirifica that has estrogenic properties. Phenol is carbolic acid, similar to alcoholĪnd Miroestrol is just the specific chemical from Pueraria mirifica that is "estrogenic" I am not a wiz at chemistry Cris but I think I can give it a pretty good shot. This link is quite old, but is as good today as it was when it was first put together Perhaps Marsha or Lucy can tell me what (estrogenic phenol miroestrol) is

#FLAT TO FEM HERBAL PROGRAM VERIFICATION#

Wikepedia states the claims are exagerated and unsubstantiated even they are asking for recognised trusted sources for verification do some research if it does'nt show side effects and only promotes the good sides, leave well alone. The other type is that of the white root containing high levels of Phytoestrogen can be highly carcegenic acelerating cancer. The red root, which is crushed and stewed to make a tea, taken by Men in the belief that it enhances their libido and the size of their manhood. It is an indemic plant from Northern Thailand, The products described are derived from the tuberous roots and there are two main varieties, I'm the last person realy to contribute to the hormones threads, I take proffessional help and prescriptions supplied on advice from my endo.īut, I do know a little about this particular plant derivitives. If you don’t wish to live as female full-time then for god’s sake just buy a gel bra, some of them look great. The cheapest and most effective way to grow breasts is by taking estradiol, a fraction of the cost of herbal “substitutes” and hundreds or thousands of times the strength and efficacy.ĭo you really want to grow breasts or do you just want to pretend to, or play around a bit? It is a serious, life-changing decision. If you want to imagine you are growing breasts, and wish to throw away lots of money, then try this system, or maybe have hypnotherapy, or eat soy bean and yam sandwiches for breakfast, or better still give me your money and I will tell you that your breasts are growing… Some say being post-op helps, as I’m now 20 days post-op I hope so! If you wish to grow breasts, you need to seriously research, and then follow a regime of female hormone therapy. I haven’t tried it but I know all about it and I am confident about my answer to your question, which is a resounding NO.

just so we’re clear since i see some of my chikage joke post being spread: i am 200% a Chikage apologist. I not only think that his crimes were justified, but also i think they were sexy. Any post i make about Chikage come with the underlining understanding that there is nothing here but LOVE for Chikage.

if by any stretch you don’t like Chikage, you cannot possibly relate to my Chikage posts, don’t even try. 

This is a PSA.

1-this whole debacle is fucking annoying.When I saw a post vagueing about it I @the OP to talk about how it's a reaction that some fans have to the fanon flanderization of Martin's character & it has more nuance than "sex=cool" but then OP told me to get off my "high horse" and to "calm down" bc "I cant handle when people have different hcs than mine" & I was missing the point and that people have been exagerating Martin's bitchness to the point he's unrecongnizable & apparently acted like ->

2- portraying him as sensitive and kind for the sake of being kind was making him into a "soft boy" and I'm like what? & OK!OK!OK Dude I get it! but still I think it was hypocrital of them to say that me others were getting pissy abt different hcs of Martin when they themselves were taking what me and you said in bad faith. Like, I dont 100% agree w/ all your Martin takes but I understand them & I understand to your annoyance at seeing his character getting simplified to fit into an archetype ->

3-but still you respectful & said there was nothing wrong or pathetic w/ being more emotional & insecure but still people took you on bad faith & didn't even have the guts to have an honest discussion w/ you but instead vagued you in bad faith post that ALSO missed the point of your gripes.

god i am. rapidly reaching a point where i hate the ‘you just won’t let ppl have their headcanons’ thing bcos like, i am usually of the ‘let ppl have whatever headcanons it’s fine’ camp, i encourage headcanons, but there’s a point where ‘fun headcanons interpreting canon’ slides into ‘blatantly ignoring canon and pretending a flat, one-dimensional archetype is canon’, and any criticism of that is ‘trying to control ppl’s opinions’ instead of like. valid fucking criticism of bad writing & often also offensive tropes. damn it.

like, there are so many ways of being soft that are not crying into a pillow about being fat and unlovable. there are ways of being soft and kind and caring that martin displays in canon that are not. that. (also i literally never mentioned sex fjsdklfs i just said i think martin’s hot & knows it, and i was joking abt a lot of that before i got into my Other Analysis Angle)

if the issue is ppl ignoring martin’s kindnesses to make him just bitchy & mean, then fine, fucking talk about that. but that was never the goddamn message of my posts, it has never been a topic of my fics, i am not the person they want to complain at, they are misinterpreting my posts in bad faith. i said multiple times, even before anyone pointed out how some of what i said was coming across, that martin is kind and caring. i said that he fears that he is not kind enough, that he struggles with connecting with people, and i said that he tries anyway, that he is kind enough and he shows that over and over again in canon. we can have both a kind martin and a martin who doesn’t literally cry over how fat he is, gdi, these things are not fucking mutually exclusive, and if they wouldn’t just vaguepost and refuse to listen and block me then we could talk about this.

An old girl in a new city

Another year has come & gone & I have to say a lot has happened in 2019 unlike 2018 where literally nothing happened and yet it seemed that life spun on its own axis leading to nothing more than a bit of frenzy & a lot of nausea.

I was on a long flight halfway across the world when I started writing this one. I have an honest question from the larger world. Does it happen that if you are flying closer to home the distance in your head seems shorter than it actually is? Everytime I would fly from India to London or anywhere in Europe I would always find it long & tiresome. But here I was flying to Thailand from London when I started writing it, which is a 12 hour journey & I have been thinking come on that’s not that far. Well, to be honest I don’t think it happens with everyone. I have this weird tendency of layering facts (scientific or otherwise) with emotions & prejudice making it well, a halfway world b/w muggles & wizards. Oh! I am still convinced that there is a magical realm existing somewhere & we have just not found the door to it yet. That was over 6 months ago & then somehow I never got to finish this. So here I am saying bye to 2019, having completed my 1 yr in London, driven far & wide (8000 miles to be precise) in a not so new country any longer, 2 speeding tickets; 1 speed awareness course, 1 failed driving test later finishing what I started & am finishing it now because I realised it would lose all meaning if I don’t finish it before the year ends. .

This post could be about a lot of things & I am still choosing as I am writing. People who know me a little will find it odd that I haven’t decided what I want to write about yet & those who know me very well will know that’s just me. Think & make up the the thinking as you talk - my biggest strength & well my worst pitfall as well. It may do me well to list down what all it could be about & then see where I take it as I move along because while I may choose to elaborate on one of them the reality is that its a story of all of these things in some form & quantity but I don’t know yet what do I feel most strongly about. The options I have are - about loving & losing (well its an exageration but for sake of creative liberty let’s call it that); wide eyed absorption of a new world; growing up (or well growing older I would say); serendipity; seeing the world to be same same but different different or finally being able to find the mirror of erised where one sees just oneself.

I will choose the last one because of two reasons. Firstly, it warranted a Harry Potter reference without having to force fit one & more importantly because that is a feeling I want to remember as I end this year and move from being an old girl in a new city to just a girl in this city.

So it started on 2nd January 2019 when I yet again uprooted my life as I knew it & packed it in boxes of different sizes & shapes & shipped it halfway across the world to London. The new year brought as many “new(s)” as it could - new job, new country, new ways of dealing with goodbyes & most importantly I think a little new me or atleast a much healed & unbroken old me which almost seems a new me now. I think for the longest time I have been a broken mug glued together with 1 or 2 pieces always missing or cracks showing through. Now atleast I am a whole mug fully glued together & slowly I think I am also becoming a piece of china put together through Kintsukuroi. For people who don’t know what it is - its a Japanese form of fixing things where the cracks are filled with gold also called golden joinery. Essentially it means you don’t hide the cracks but you embellish them. I have now chosen to do just that with my broken & sort of healed pieces.

Actually truly this story starts in December 2018 when I started saying my goodbyes in India & if any of you read my Pushkar post there is reference of how I immersed some of the things I wanted to leave behind in the holy waters. So I came to London relatively lighter (I wish I could say that about my weight as well -sadly it was at its worst with all the farewell binging!!!) & relatively equipped to handle the new.

Unlike the last time I lived on foreign soil; I am actually loving the move. It has had many dimensions to it which I have totally fallen in love with. I now know what does cold grey weather mean. It was an alien concept till I spent Jan & Feb in London despite the fact that I have lived in Kashmir for 2 years (India’s coldest region) but nothing back home prepares you for days on end of no sun & miserable sleet (i refuse to call it rain) all around you. The howling winds that threaten to enter your bones & never leave. But to be honest there is a beauty to it all as well. There is something extremely wholesome about entering a warm & toasty home after a long walk from the station or standing under a hot water shower and feeling your skin regain warmth.

Coming back to why the particular choices of what I wanted to write about & why they were all viable choices. As it happens with me & some of it very much in my own head things happened that made me go down a rabbit hole without thinking much about the end, believe in Yash uncle’s prophecy of “sabke liye kahin na kahin koi bana hai”, trying to be a better version of myself incessantly, leaning in & then at some point pulling out because that is the only to be.

It sounds like I went through lots of bad things & then came out of it a winner. Nothing like that happened. Things happened - some good, some great, some bad & some ugly. Mostly they were just things that happened - it was my reaction to them that determined what I remember & choose to keep with me from them.

Because I am an ardent Bollywood fan & I love Yash uncle & SRK & everything that comes with their genre of film making I realised that ishq (aka love) is much like autumn. You know before moving to London I had never experienced Autumn in my life & I had only heard about how the colour of fall & autumn have magic in them. In every book that remotely reeked of romance & togetherness, it all always started or fructified in Autumn/fall. And I honestly didn’t know what that meant in its true sense. But I think the last years experiences have been like the colours of fall for me. While everything stayed the same, the colours just deepened to embody the combined & common passion for the good things & experiences in life that can only be measured in their intensity & importance & never in their length or longevity. And the fact that everything comes in a different hue of amber/crimson & some stay that way while others decide to wither & drift away as dead leaves. And not just in terms of people or romantic sorta relationships - just everything in life. The moment we stop measuring significance of events/people/things in longevity of their existence in your life - you can see them for what they really are. Time is a dimension that definitely needs to be measured for quality and not quantity.

And having established this parallel in my head & for a change in my heart, I started my journey of being the lone woman in the mirror of Erised. I decided to pull back & choose to preserve myself without running to season myself & who I am with namak cheeni & masala as preservatives.

I read this in a book and it has sort of stuck with me - “Fear is good. In the right degree it prevents us from making fools of ourselves. But in the wrong measure it prevents us from fully living. Fear is our boon companion but never our master.” My fear of being judged, abandoned or left standing alone (not in a lack of companionship way but rather a beautiful strong solitary soul way) has dictated most of what course of action or discourse of reaction I take. But in truth fear can only be our companion & never our master.

So here I am, bringing in 2020 surrounded by warm fuzzy soft quilt of affection, love, laughter, joy & excitement of family, friends & friends like family. And while this is the quilt that is firmly & securely tucked under me, I also have my head firmly rested on the pillow stuffed with intellect, thoughts, ideologies, ideas, creativity & the right amount of fluidity in all of the above that I have carefully begged, borrowed & stolen from people who have these in abundance.

Here’s an old girl in a not so new city looking at herself in the mirror of Erised with a pair of outrageously fun socks or maybe a big library or a garden full of summer blooms or a round the world air ticket in my hands. I am not looking at a better or different version of myself. I am looking at myself as myself desiring small or big joys of life! Happy 2020 folks!!!!

ohhhh my god i really am trying to be a good leftist and read up but i am too stupid to understand jacobin articles like... every time i try to actually read up on a serious topic i have to do three google searches per paragraph to feel like i kinda understood the idea. 

i feel like a coward bc i hate the “source???” culture like please this is so tiring i just want to read something and not have to be like “are you lying?” every three words. 

I’m not even exagerating, take these two paragraphs who prompted this post :

“Leftist critiques of the movement go further. Paul Gomberg, for example, charges that the analytical framework promoted by Singer’s argument “promotes political quietism” by “[shifting] our focus from political, social, and economic issues to abstract philosophical arguments.”

Moreover, Gomberg argues that the resources required to successfully relieve poverty through philanthropy or achieve radical systemic change are so huge that “in doing more of one we do less of the other.” So, they must be construed as “competing ways of using our time, energy, and other resources.””

excuse me what???? this shit right here is definitely using up my time, energy and other resources.

firstly i understood very little of this, secondly the few string of words i did understand i am supposed to mistrust and read six more equally exhausting articles to verify. i feel like i’m misunderstanding this whole “source” business. am i doing something wrong? like who are you supposed to trust? i was gonna jokingly say “my mum??” but even she has been slipping in her radical left ideologies recently

earlier in the same article (or the one i was reading before that, that led me to this one trying to understand it) they were like “according to leading medical journal Lancet” *link* and the link looked shady as fuck but it was supposed to be from 2009 so i was like “well web design was shady as fuck in 2009 so maybe it’s legit” what the fuck line of thinking is this, trust by graphic design elengance??? what am i doing? 

i click on the website homepage and turns out it’s from the National AIDS treatment advocacy project website. What is that? who the fuck knows. is it a legit thing that would know if a medical journal is legit in giving its opinion on the ethics of the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation? 

i don’t know. they list a fax number so probably? now how am i supposed to find out if lancet journal is actually a thing and if they are right on the subject of the aforementioned mouthful?

but whats the alternative?? i google “lancet journal” and wikipedia tells me it’s legit and peer reviewed. of course i’m not supposed to trust wikipedia but i bloody well will because by this time i’m three clicks deep away from my original article for the sake of verifying that one fact and mentally exhausted that this is what my life is like now. 

so now i’m like 90% sure of the veracity that the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation are shady in this one instance. Great, now onto the rest of this opaque article. i’ve lost ten years of my life and found three more grey hairs.

so yeah, all this to say that now i’m reading that “leftist critiques” link from earlier and not understanding that very much as well...