For you, what does it mean to be a woman? What does it mean to be feminine?
"Being Transsexual means finding the essence that pulses beyond the mirror, celebrating each step in the authentic journey of being.”
Being feminine transcends stereotypes. It is not defined by hair, makeup, skirts, dresses or heels. It is not shaped by other people's desires, whether for love, attraction or fleeting pleasures. It's about authenticity and comfort in your own skin.
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Be Yourself Loudly
Trust yourself.
Listen to your inner voice.
Spend time alone and without distraction.
Allow your truth to emerge.
Follow where it leads.
Unearth your calling.
It is in you, waiting to be discovered.
Remember who you are.
There is work to be done.
You are the only one who can do it.
You have a unique contribution to make to this world.
Distraction is procrastination.
Be yourself…
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Archangel Gabriel; A Great Reset
Ask those around you; “Have you been experiencing a great reset in some part of your life?”
This is the time of A Great Reset. Everyone will be tested.
There is a gift in this age of transformations, for those willing to walk through the fire.
It is time to surrender the messes and get an inner Divine Message.
It is time to let go of what no longer works and embrace what does work.
It is…
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Do not let those who cannot see the truth tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.
Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold
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It’s tuff existing in a family full of women that only project their insecurities on you. I grew up hating myself because I never felt good enough for myself.
I’m much older now and I realized that these women don’t know how to love themselves.
I’m not like them , they’re still my biggest bullies and at times I still feel very insecure , but at least I know I love myself.
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This is me.
Well, a piece of me.
I have a very deep love and respect for the gym.
I’m convinced it’s my soulmate
—sorry husband, you still come first
I recently shared with a peer how I have been able to be so consistent with waking up and going to the gym at 3 AM. Our conversation started off based on suggestions to help her wake up to make it to her fitness class in the mornings. In the midst of, I was given the space to shed some light on how I got to this place mentally.
Whew. I’ve never shared this in a public space so bare with me.
TRIGGER WARNING
I’ve had an entanglement with the gym since 2011. I had understood the value in exercise but I didn’t feel like I needed it. Outside of watching the best unknown basketball players beast in pick up games 99.9%, the other .1% I participated in an occasional cardio or Zumba session with my best girlfriend to have fun.
However, come 2013 I began to feel a shift. I big chopped all my hair to begin my natural journey and ironically I posted all about it on my other Tumblr page at the time. I started valuing exercise for more reasons than the physical aesthetics. I mean I was even running miles on the outdoor trail near my townhouse. Sis was inspired.
2015 life took a turn
—I met my ex. What I thought was going to be a fun and lighthearted relationship became 4 years in a black hole quickly. From being dragged out of a car, having a gun put to my head to stop me from trying to have somebody help me from my screams, being called disgusting names around his male and female friends when he was drunk, to being choked until I nearly couldn’t breathe, the list goes on.
2020 God saved me
At the very beginning of the pandemic, my abuser decided to tell me he was leaving me and moving to a new state. This meant I was finally free. TO GOD BE THE GLORY.
After liberation came depression. I felt so much relief and gratitude to know that God had more for me. Spoiler Alert, that didn’t save me from myself.
I couldn’t believe what I had allowed myself to go through.
Learning to trust yourself again is a tough process and should get talked about more.
I was engaging in detrimental behaviors like excessive drinking and sex thinking it would numb the way I was feeling. I had a talk with myself and realized the same energy I put into masking my pain I could put into healing. So I had to do right by ME. Make a change to do good for me, to do things to love and honor myself.
The gym became my sanctuary.
I was able to release and quiet negative thoughts.
I was able to show how powerful my body is.
How powerful I am.
It’s a time where I got to shift the narrative I created about myself during survival mode.
Fast forward to today.
2 0 2 3 I’m absolutely beasting in the gym. I’m in the best shape of my life. Mentally and physically. The gym kickstarted the reframing of my relationship with my health and myself as a whole. (which btw, I hope you take a ginger shot and your probiotics after reading this) There’s so many beautiful things I discovered about myself and I plan on sharing more with you all.
It’s easy to get wrapped into social media’s idea of the gym. I mean yeah it will give you a fat ass but there’s more depth to it if you really get intentional about it. It helped me find parts of myself I thought I lost and opened my eyes to parts of myself I had no idea about.
To anybody healing from abuse,
I pray for your freedom strength and protection.
I pray for your healing.
I pray you are surrounded by people you feel safe enough to confide in.
I pray you remember to be gentle with yourself.
I pray you forgive yourself.
I pray you find your true self.
I pray you remember the reasons you love you.
I pray you find things that bring you happiness.
I pray you are covered in peace and grace.
I love you.
signed,
themostkwnunknwn
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