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Lunablossom: "Real Women Have Curves... Not the body of a fifteen year old boy."

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Real Women Have Curves. Not the body of a fifteen year old boy.". I wish these women, both skinny and curvy find the strength they need to be happy and healthy and like themselves regardless of the world around them. Ive noticed a lot of that online. Women who I wouldnt even consider curvy or plus-sized are calling themselves fat or being attacked as such and I just sit there an wonder what that makes me as a six-foot tall woman who weighs 350 lbs. Its no wonder I have low self-esteem. Live, Learn, Knit.

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Lunablossom: The Shift

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Doing things as others see fit? Listening when they said what I wanted was wrong? For how long did I calculate every nuance of every one else's life before making a decision, often putting what I wanted aside for what seemed best for the group. Until you stop and fix yourself. Once you start to fix yourself all of this becomes clear. The cycle breaks. You want a break. See what just happened? Labels: #foxfirelove #1950slove #newtobdsm. Its amazing how life can change so smoothly in a moment? Other than t...

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Lunablossom: Shattered Little Boxes

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This morning my empty inbox rang like a shattered glass bell and I saw that I had finally heard from you. But the message was devastating and my heart sank into the sickness that suddenly filled the stomach which had been as empty as the inbox only a moment before. I've just lost my family! I threatened in text that if you didn't answer I would call your mother, call the police, anything to keep you from what I pictured you doing. The mistake I pictured you making. Then the line was dead. And my hear...

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Lunablossom: So Much Noise in a Silent Woods

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So Much Noise in a Silent Woods. Some nights my meds kick in right away and I drift softly to dream land before my head even hits the pillow. Some nights, like tonight, they're is so much noise in my head, so much going on, I have a hard time settling in. I've lost Faith, folks. I've lost Faith in the system that is not only failing me but is now failing my children. They told me if I worked hard enough, did enough homework, busywork, school work, curricular and extra curricular activities that I could c...

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Lunablossom: Fuck You Very Much

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Fuck You Very Much. And all the rest of you offer only empty platitudes, so afraid that my fear, my anger, my sorrow is contagious, stretching from me to you like so much warm, discarded bubblegum. Harvesting the juiciest little bits of you to feed my empty soul. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other than the piercings, tattoos, and the pagan thing. yeah other than all that I'm June friggin' Cleaver. A Lack of Background Music. Alternative to the Antichrist. Confessions of a Pagan Soccor Mom.

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Lunablossom: Doorways

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There are lots of different kinds of doorways and windows in life. Literal ones that go from inside to outside or from one room to another, figurative ones that represent transitions of time like the doorway from night into day or morning into afternoon. Doorways of consciousness that go from darkness to enlightenment. There are also doorways where one can change their state of being from material to ethereal, bodily to ghostly, living to dead. The new house is filled with doors. A perfect, matte, cr...

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Lunablossom: Cat Ranchers

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The Trouble with Tribbles is that they multiply. And quickly. And not even logically. The same goes with cats. We started with one cat. She had two female kittens. Now her kittens have each had either one or two litters and we are swimming in kittens. Last count: Four Adult Females, Three teen males, one teen female, and seven kittens. Like I said, now were swimming in cats. Ok fine. I named one. I call it Pinkie. And we were doing ok. We were maintaining even though the price of cat food is higher t...

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Lunablossom: Down Time

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Today we went into the Gila. I had a really hard time with my fear of heights on the road there and was crying before we arrived. Once there, we waded in the river, hunted for pretty rocks and toasted marshmallows. It was a very technology free day and, as a mother's day, one of the best I can ever remember. Fear quivers but only dully because the exhaustion has already begun to pull me toward oblivion. I wonder briefly if I'm about to have a seizure, then slip thickly toward sleep. Live, Learn, Knit.

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Lunablossom: Empty Little Boxes

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You all don't love me enough to nurture me. You don't want me enough to fuck me. You don't even care enough to tell me that you don't care enough. So I sit waiting. With my empty little boxes filling with tears and sighs and self hate. Instead, you disappear. And again I'm left with my empty little boxes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other than the piercings, tattoos, and the pagan thing. yeah other than all that I'm June friggin' Cleaver. A Lack of Background Music. Alternative to the Antichrist.

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Lunablossom: Your Eyes

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Your intelligence, control and reserve undo me. I'd rather see you fidget and pace nervously than to be alone with you at your most self assured. You make me feel inadequate. No, scratch that. I make me feel inadequate. You're just being you. It took me a week, no, I'll admit, it took me the full two weeks to stop feeling lessened by you. I imagined your eyes were closed during sex, perhaps picturing her instead of me and your emotions were so controlled as to almost seem like detachment. And when you le...