life’s like a fucking roller coaster tbh i go up and down all the time and it’s hard. but i manage to get better every time. whether it’s a week or a few months things always perk back up💞💜💜 love you sm 🖤💗🙌
I’m so tired. I keep sleeping. 1000 percent don’t recommend Prozac. I hope everyone is having a good day. Stay strong yall 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠
Brave Trails had sooooo much fun helping @pattiegonia
put on a rainbow filled community hike here in LA! We can’t get over how magical it was to meet so many unique and wonderful folks this past weekend. We love y’all! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 #dreamteam
It was the kind of love I never felt before. The kind I always dreamed of having. Everything seemed perfect in it's own way. Till I became the girl I thought I'd never be. Even swore to myself, I'd never be that girl. That I was strong and tough enough to fight back. Then I became her. It all started with one punch to the arm. And him saying he was half asleep and would never hurt me. I believed it, even tho I knew of the girls before. But I thought this is not how abusive relationships start out. If it was going be bad it be like that from the start. At the time I thought I was worth being a different man for. Worth changing bad habits. Reality, you can't change some one, that's up to them. The one punch lead to black eyes, and bloody noses. Hits so hard my glasses would break. Random items coming at my face from hammers to kids toys. Lying for him became my bad habit. Covering up bruises became my past time, cause I knew if anyone saw I would have to face the fact I couldn't change him. Till one day I saw the light. I refuse to be this girl anymore. I'm worth changing for, I'm worth the love I give. My heart's not a punching bag for his words and my body isn't one for his fist. Never dreamt I'd be that girl, but I was. And once you are it's not something you can just walk away from when it first starts. Not like everyone thinks. Until you have been in them shoes dont judge someone for staying or question them. Just be there #womenabuseawareness #metoo #abusiverelationship #emotionalabuse #abuse #abusesurvivor #effyourbeautystandards #nashville #kentuckygirl #itgetsbetter #iamenough #abusedwomen #standtogether
Happiness is a place that is reached by choice. This is by no means easy. Every day I battle the negative voices, thoughts and energies inside me and around me to see the light on the other side. Sometimes I'm successful. Often times I'm left to try again another day.
I put this affirmation up on my manifestation vision board to remind me where I am going and where I want to be.
#manifestit #behappy #smile
🐩 #🤗 #itgetsbetter
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In 2016 I learned I was capable of doing much more then I thought was possible because I was not alone.
One of my best friends who inspired me and taught me so much about life and farming died in 2015. My world was turned upset down. He left me the option to buy a portion of the farm and I had so many fears but I kept hearing his voice say “if I can do you can do it”.
The following summer of 2016 I carried on his legacy at the farm and reopened the farm stand. My Grandfather came from Ohio and My aunt and cousin came from Colorado to help out with the cantaloupe harvest that August. I am forever grateful for the days we spent together that summer on the farm and relaxing on the shores of Lake Michigan after a hard days work.
On Friday night my Grandfather passed in his sleep after a couple weeks of medical issues related to pneumonia. He instilled in me a love for hard work and showing up in each other’s lives to get things done. In the last visit to you in Ohio this fall you showed me again how big your heart was for our Family. I am so grateful for all the time we got to spend with each other. Thank you!!! ❤️✨
#life #family #summer #agriculture #teacher #mentor #mentorship #michigan #swmi
#berriencounty #cantaloupe #grandfather #grandfathers #love #ilovemyfamily #monday #instagood #nature #outdoors #farm #farming #itgetsbetter #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq
🌈 #instadaily #instagram #kubota #kubotatractor
I wondered if I could ever be loved as I am. As a trans person, as a queer person. As someone who seems to always break the mold. Just when I gave up @kimendez23
sparkled their way into my life. I knew deep down, nearly the second we met that we would be together. We work hard, but not SO hard to be healthy, communicate, express our feelings and to see the best in each other. This kind of love is possible, and we do not have to settle. We ask for each other’s hand in marriage everyday, so we can continually choose each other. #itgetsbetter #beyoubetrue #trans #nonbinary #goals #relationshipgoals
This past week, I spent a bit more time with my male coworkers (in more relaxed contexts) and I took the opportunity to examine my way of interacting with them. I find over the past few weeks I have become more comfortable socialising, knowing I am effortlessly passing now. This frees a lot of my energy that used to be spent guessing others' perceptions of me, or focusing on consciously lowering my voice.
This free energy is currently spent analising how I move and express myself. I am now more than ever "measuring" myself up against cis-guys. I find myself lacking in overall confidence. I find myself with a tendency to cooperate in all-male group discussions, instead of putting others down. I know this is an accepted form of "camaraderie", and yet I find it incredibly agressive and sometimes very uncomfortable to watch, to be honest.
These "natural reactions" of mine leave me feeling embarrassed and ill-fitting. I know I should take pride in the things that make me different. Kinder.
Perhaps in a near future I will.
For now, I can't help seeing them as weaknesses, unwanted proof of a past I am ashamed to be ashamed of. Years spent trying to appear weaker, talk smaller. Years being socialised in a way that praised being acomodating and frowned upon being outspoken and clear about my mind and my desires.
This is very very early days, for me.
And yet I am awake, and aware each day of how I am the result of the societal roles I grew up in, and a unique piece in helping build different ones, with every small act of defiance or compliance.
I only leave my house for work and food. 👽
DAY ONE- I’m getting better. I’ve been spending my time in a dark place, struggling to get out. It hasn’t been easy but I am trying. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to give up, how hard I’ve worked just to go. So here’s a promise to myself, my family, and my children. #blessedToHaveMyWife #mentalhealthawareness #itgetsbetter
Sich politisch korrekt zu verhalten ist ganz schön anstrengend. Immer mehr Randgruppen kommen in die Öffentlichkeit und fordern Maßnahmen gegen Diskriminierung. Dabei haben wir doch schon überall Rampen in den Bussen, damit die Rollstuhlfahrer*innen reinkommen, und aus den Neuauflagen von Kinderbüchern werden rassistische Begriffe gestrichen. Wir streiten uns über Sternchen und Quoten und über die richtigen Bildchen auf Toilettenschildern. Irgendwo muss es doch reichen. Das muss man doch mal sagen dürfen. Oder?
Aber wisst ihr, was noch anstrengender ist, als immer alle mitzudenken? Nie mitgedacht zu werden. Stellt euch einen Alltag vor, in dem ihr ständig auf Schwierigkeiten stoßt, nur weil irgendwer halt nicht mitgedacht hat. Das Gefühl, ausgeschlossen zu werden, kann sich für uns Menschen als soziale Spezies genauso schlimm anfühlen wie körperlicher Schmerz.
Wir suchen uns unsere Hautfarbe, die Religion unserer Eltern, unser Geschlecht oder eine Behinderung nicht aus. Und nur weil einige von uns privilegiert genug sind, um ohne große Diskriminierung durch den Alltag zu kommen, heißt das nicht, dass diese Probleme nicht existieren. Meine Privilegien zu kennen bedeutet zu sehen, dass der Kreditkartenschlitz am Zigarettenautomaten zu hoch ist für Kleinwüchsige, selbst wenn ich durchschnittlich groß bin. Es bedeutet, dass ich People of Color nicht sage, sie sollten froh sein, dass sie nicht mehr in Plantagen Baumwolle pflücken müssen und deswegen nicht mehr meckern sollen, wenn sie bei Straßenkontrollen vermehrt von der Polizei aufgegriffen werden (hab ich mal so mitbekommen und mir blieb echt der Mund offen stehen..). Es bedeutet, dass ich einem Obdachlosen nicht erzähle, mit etwas Engagement könne er sich genauso toll selbstständig machen wie ich. Es bedeutet, dass ich einer Depressiven nicht sage, sie müsse einfach nur dankbarer sein und positiv denken. Klappt bei mir ja auch...
Mein Privileg kennen heißt, ein Problem anzuerkennen, auch wenn es mich selbst nicht betrifft - mindestens dann, wenn ich darauf gestoßen werde.
Und auch wenn ich das sicher selbst nicht immer perfekt mache, wage ich zu behaupten: So schwer ist das gar nicht.
I’m guilty of overthinking a trick. (What if my hand slips....) but it’s those thoughts that make are hands sweat and body hesitate. My only trick is to repeat again and again until it’s comfortable. Your hands will stop sweating when you no longer have that fear. Get a spot, put a mat down and trust in yourself is the advice I have to tell Myself all the time. #pdfoldoverhandspring #pdironx #goforit #itgetsbetter #polefitness #staticpole
I thought one year ago was the best day of my life, but they've only gotten better with you by my side, from one adventure to the next, one challenge to another. I love you #forever
. Happy Anniversary @dannyfreitag
Its ALWAYS too early to quit 💪
Today on the blog: How to Stay Positive in the Midst of Chaos. We’ve all had those days back to back when if feels like life just keeps pulling you under... babies not sleeping, projects due, Small things piling up... so how can we go through all of that and remain positive? Check out our blog in my bio!
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| June 1-16, 2019
Never forget how much worth you posses.
Getting closer to the sun one day at a time. 🌞