American Leftists Seem Extremely Focused On Anti Imperialism (good) But Rarely- If At All- Discuss Decolonization

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hey, don't cry. one cup heavy whipping cream, two tablespoons granulated sugar, three tablespoons cocoa powder and whisk until stiff peaks form for three ingredient chocolate mousse, okay?

my watery friend... are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light...?

Why’d they have to give my girl Sarah a destiny’s child ‘survivor’ poster :(((((

we’re gonna be ok btw

My early 20's was really me like "I WISH I had the time to eat healthy, sleep, and work out but I just have too many other important things in my life right now" meanwhile I was emotionally absent, disassociating from stress and lack of sleep and nutrition, and totally abandoning myself for an idealized version of me I thought I could become simply by force and willpower

Insane to reflect on like....if you don't take care of yourself you actually CANT show up for anything you love or want

Why doesn't anyone teach us that

I would like to see more people talk about how jobs treat disabled employees.

I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.

My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."

That job thats hurting you isn't fucking worth it. I promise you no money is worth losing all your physical abilities and never getting them back. Your coworkers and boss do not give a shit about you, so don't you dare suffer for them. They will never understand your struggle and they will never try. They truly think being understaffed is worse than whatever pain you experience. They would rather you permanently damage yourself than inconvenience them. FUCK THEM. DON'T FUCKING DO IT!

You can literally feel what makes you sicker and you can keep choosing it out of obligation and familiarity or you can slow down and ask yourself if you truly think you can survive it and if surviving is all you wanted to do

And then you start to understand what people meant when they say you can't help anyone else if you can't help yourself

The thing is, what's happening in Palestine is extremely triggering to me. I was 8 years old when the U.S. invaded iraq in 2003. I was on the other side of the world as the death of my people in mass was paraded as a political tactic, was normalized and made mundane. My whole world fell apart. Nothing was the same. And even 20 years later, it affects every aspect of my life. In a lot of ways, my life will never not be ruled by the ghost of the war that haunted my very existence. And now, and now I'm watching in real time as that same propaganda, that same zeal for the death of Palestinians sweep up an entire nation, all dressed up in rhetoric of humanity, of stopping terrorism, of "has a right to defend itself". And the places and the people I once considered safe bare their teeth and snarl at any dissent, any objection. They look at you with suspicion. Will you condemn the terror? What a brutal reminder of my conditional citizenship to this country, my conditional belonging to this community. A brutal reminder that I will only ever truly be accepted, if I am palatable