After 40+ years of being aware of what I looked like and how much I weighed I feel like I have a perspective that might not be typical. I both like and dislike my body but for entirely different reasons.
Thinking about it, one of the things I really enjoyed about folding these notes was the precision with which you have to follow the directions and the limited space to craft the perfect little message.
Why does that trope get so much play? Do we really think every person born female is just waiting to bust out of her shell and be a beautiful fully done up woman? Do we think those of us who have decided not to do that are missing out? What about those of us who transitioned? Or refuse to pick a gender with which to define ourselves?
Watching the news and scrolling through social media lately, it has essentially been a blame game. People are blaming other people for violence, for not understanding violence, for looting, for not understanding the root causes of looting, for not being peaceful in their protests, for expecting more peaceful protests when they’ve already beed tried and …
I’ve been thinking a lot about how we define ourselves. Sometimes we use gender, sometimes race, ethnicity, religion, language, age, size, hobbies, where we live, how we live, carnivore vs herbivore vs omnivore, electric toothbrush vs manual toothbrush…the list is endless.