Night in St. Cloud
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Night in St. Cloud
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forever torn between wanting to be seen as pretty and absolutely hating the idea of anyone looking at me or thinking anything about me ever
Source : spiritdaughter
Even on the darkest days I will stand tall and I will shine like the sun.
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My roots include a mother who comes from the land of matriarchy and a father who was raised on the land that bred fierce female warriors during colonial era (which somehow its infamous sharia law grows into a sharp edge which pins down women on high rate of discrimination). This is not about me or where I come from, but it’s about knowing where one comes from when we are not aware of the power we possess.
If I could explain my breakthrough moment, I cannot exclude the moment when one of my best friends phoned me but she was not aware that she still put the dial on when she talked about me to our friend. She told her I was one out of two women who took Public International Law, the concentration program opened in our campus which was famous for its tough learning materials. I never thought it would be something that could be groundbreaking, because:
There were only the 6 of us in the concentration, due to the lack of interest;
Our outnumbering matter did not seem to be such a revolution because we only accepted the amount that it was;
We (or at least, I) did not think people who were outside the concentration would see such percentage as a movement.
Somehow, this matter is connected to the fact that out there, there are women who do not feel empowered when the fact that they are. Some women think their ‘empowering’ jobs are not forms of social movements because those are their daily jobs, how they make living, obligation to do in order to raise a family. I personally find my mother to be one of them. She is the sole provider in the family since dad retired, which was already years ago. My half sister is a civil engineer who was raised without my dad, because he left when she was about 7. She once considered him nonexistent for not contributing to her life and she is pretty vengeful towards my mother and I, but family matters aside, she is a resilient civil engineer who works for a Dutch company and received a scholarship to study in France from the company. I have been surrounded by these amazing women, but somehow there are some who are not even aware of their amazingness.
Women need to brag about how powerful they are. I mean it. I don’t care if you are called a narcissist, arrogant, loud, nosy, own those things that have made you who you are. Brag about your competitiveness, your ambitions, the roots which create you to be you. I personally adore a close friend of mine, she really owns her competitiveness and ambition. She is not ashamed of it or tries to hide it. And it is proven by her stellar achievements which she has received on national and international scales. She and her achievements are awesome and on how she owns them really make her shine. Even through online exposure, it really teaches and makes me reflects about how we, as women, need to stop being adequate and need to say sorry everytime we want to be proud of what we have got. They’re ours and it is our job to be proud of them when no one else can be pushed to do so.
dear person i trusted with my heart but shouldn’t have,
i now realize i deserve better and always did. thank you for teaching me that, for teaching me love isn’t something you should have to wait around forever for or force or beg for. thank you for teaching me to love my own heart enough to take better care of it, to fight fair, to not be charmed by the idea of a person. i hope you’re well and that one day you realize what you could’ve had and sigh but move on with your life happily as i will.
i hope the love i give everyone else will someday find its way back to me.
-1:55am
New start, learning to put myself first.
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie