This Morning For The First Time I Got Up From My Bed And I Shucked Off My Nightclothes And I Looked At
this morning for the first time I got up from my bed and I shucked off my nightclothes and I looked at my body in the pale morning light, and I saw that the body I was in was good. I saw the softness of the dimples in my elbows and my knees, and I saw the fall of hair neither really brown nor really blonde, and I saw the muscles beneath the padded softness of my waist and hips and I saw that the softness was also good. in the pale morning light my body was not something to be ashamed of. the next time I stumble bleary-eyed from bed I hope I will take that short time to look in the pale morning light, and remember that moment as clear as water when I knew that I loved the house I had made for myself.
to me: letters, ii.
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Your beauty overwhelms me As I wrap my arms around you I press your softness tight Great passion fills my inner being I’m captured in your embrace Your eyes control my very soul The touch of your lips, heaven Forever frozen in time All else fades into nothing
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To all the women who quietly made history.
Finally, and this is important: even those women who weren’t inventors and intellectuals, even those women who really did spend all their lives doing stereotypical “women’s work”—they also built this world. The mundane labor of life is what makes everything else possible. Before you can have scientists and engineers and artists, you have to have a whole bunch of people (and it’s usually women) to hold down the basics: to grow and harvest and cook the food, to provide clothes and shelter, to fetch the firewood and the water, to nurture and nurse, to tend and teach. Every single scrap of civilized inventing and dreaming and thinking rides on top of that foundation. Never forget that. (x)
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