So about being a woman... First of all, I like it. Other than that, I'm not always sure what to make of it.
I've been making a few changes in my life. I've been paying attention to what my body likes and what it doesn't. I like walking to school a time ot two each day. I like eating crazy salads. I don't like driving anywhere, and I don't like white flour. I really like meat. And bacon. And bacon fat. And making soup stock. And anything to do with chicken soup. My body really likes soup. It doesn't like coffee. I haven't had coffee for almost a week, I feel great without it, and I don't miss it. What's that all about? So with my body singing "meatsoupveggiesfruityay!" and "coffeesugarflourick!", I've been noticing a few changes, today the one that was knocking my socks off is how good I smell. Not BO smell, but how well my nose is working, it's amazing. Who knows if any of these things are related, but I like to think they are. And I have energy, and I'm cheerful. (Except for today, I've been drained, it's coming to that time of month you know.)
Which brings me back to being a woman... Women are really beautiful creatures. Not most of them of course, but all the ones I love, certainly. (kidding)(weak joke) So I've really been thinking about being a woman, and what it means to be a woman, and what type of woman I want to be. And I've been doing google searches, like that will give me any answers. It hasn't givin me anwers, but it has brought up some interesting stuff. This morning I was goofing off in the computer, trying to google answers to life's great questions, and in response to "being a woman" I found this rant type thing where this woman is bitching about all the things she hates about being a woman. High on the list is her period and all the related aches pains and tears. Some people never tire of whining about the same old shit (people like me :-) oops, a smily, no more of those! The other day I was getting my paints out of my locker in the art building, and there were three or four people, male and female both, having a frank discussion about resuable menstral pads. No bad jokes, no one being grossed out, just chatting. It was pretty great.
The point is this: part of being a woman is bleeding every month. This directly relates to having babies, which directly relates to breastfeeding, which directly relates to poop. Breasts are for breastfeeding, and diapers must be cloth.
So far those are my observations about being a woman.
I've been making a few changes in my life. I've been paying attention to what my body likes and what it doesn't. I like walking to school a time ot two each day. I like eating crazy salads. I don't like driving anywhere, and I don't like white flour. I really like meat. And bacon. And bacon fat. And making soup stock. And anything to do with chicken soup. My body really likes soup. It doesn't like coffee. I haven't had coffee for almost a week, I feel great without it, and I don't miss it. What's that all about? So with my body singing "meatsoupveggiesfruityay!" and "coffeesugarflourick!", I've been noticing a few changes, today the one that was knocking my socks off is how good I smell. Not BO smell, but how well my nose is working, it's amazing. Who knows if any of these things are related, but I like to think they are. And I have energy, and I'm cheerful. (Except for today, I've been drained, it's coming to that time of month you know.)
Which brings me back to being a woman... Women are really beautiful creatures. Not most of them of course, but all the ones I love, certainly. (kidding)(weak joke) So I've really been thinking about being a woman, and what it means to be a woman, and what type of woman I want to be. And I've been doing google searches, like that will give me any answers. It hasn't givin me anwers, but it has brought up some interesting stuff. This morning I was goofing off in the computer, trying to google answers to life's great questions, and in response to "being a woman" I found this rant type thing where this woman is bitching about all the things she hates about being a woman. High on the list is her period and all the related aches pains and tears. Some people never tire of whining about the same old shit (people like me :-) oops, a smily, no more of those! The other day I was getting my paints out of my locker in the art building, and there were three or four people, male and female both, having a frank discussion about resuable menstral pads. No bad jokes, no one being grossed out, just chatting. It was pretty great.
The point is this: part of being a woman is bleeding every month. This directly relates to having babies, which directly relates to breastfeeding, which directly relates to poop. Breasts are for breastfeeding, and diapers must be cloth.
So far those are my observations about being a woman.
