Sara Gustafsson ÖstbergSara Gustafsson Östberg2017-10-18”...So, like, all things considered MeToo.
Yet I found that I couldn’t say it. And at the time of this writing, I still struggle to say it. Not because it’s not true. And not even because I find these things hard to talk about. I’ll talk to anyone about any experience. I’m an open book. I just…somehow…feel like my experiences weren’t “bad enough” to say MeToo. I’ve mostly recovered from all of this. I don’t think about any of it too often or feel too deeply affected by any of it long-term. I don’t feel like a victim. And because I don’t feel like a victim, I struggle to call my experiences what they really are: indecent exposure to a child, assault, rape, abuse.
I feel guilty using those words. I feel like I’m being dramatic. Or desperate to be part of a conversation for attention. I feel like I’m exaggerating. And I truly, in my heart, can’t figure out if I am. I can’t and don’t trust my own judgment with the severity of less-than-pleasant occurences that have happened in my life. It’s never been a matter of me thinking people wouldn’t “believe me.” It’s been an issue that I barely “believe” myself. And I don’t know what that says about me.
But I do know this: my attitude, my feelings, and my self-doubt are part of the problem. I consider myself to generally be a strong, educated, feminist woman with a decent platform where my voice can be heard. Yet I have trouble identifying these things, and further excuse them when they happen to me. That’s not good. It doesn’t have to be “bad enough” for it to count. And regardless of whether I’m comfortable or you’re comfortable saying MeToo, we all need to admit that we have a problem.” metoowordlånadeordhttps://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/22580676_125224904851141_955019268557111296_n.jpg2017-10-18
http://instatbt.com/Place/kathmandu-nepal/215567918Kathmandu, NepalTis' like two cigarettes that has been lighted. Just like in the picture, two were bound to meet and cross paths. But it never happened. The longer they strived, the air was heavily breathed in, the cigarettes turned into ashes and blown away.
Of the past.
Then what for the present? Fueling it up with hope. And hopefully, quite smoking in the future.
Because their hands were meant to hold each others.
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Dios te contesta la oraciones ... pero a veces en formas distintas a lo que te imaginabas. // "you tell God you want to love like Jesus but you reject Juda'a kiss" God is answering your prayers but not always in the ways you imagined. quotesGodwordDiospalabrahttps://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/22580984_603526306484350_1929055634393661440_n.jpg2017-10-18