Always remember that you are an individual, unique and whole. When you allow someone to share your life never allow that person to become your life. Because if that person should ever leave it will leave you broken almost beyond repair.

Always remember that you are an individual, unique and whole. When you allow someone to share your life never allow that person to become your life. Because if that person should ever leave it will leave you broken almost beyond repair.

You are strong
You are important
You are beautiful
You are worthy of love
Smile and be proud
Because You are the
mother of the nation
Every living person
in the universe came
forth from the womb
of a woman

At some point you have to let go of what is causing you pain. You were not meant to live life as a victim. Rise up, soar like an eagle and claim your happiness. Only you have control over your life.

Don’t hold on to heartache
Don’t hold on to hurt
For seldom does a person
who hurt others find true
happiness

Spend your time with those who love you unconditionally not with those who claim to love you only when it is convenient for them.
It is important for every woman to love herself. A woman who does not love herself often engages in negative thoughts about herself. Over time these negative thoughts serve to erode her self-confidence and self-esteem. She is more likely to accept abuse in relationships because she believes can’t do any better.

Everyone makes mistakes in life but that doesn’t mean they have to pay for them the rest of their lives. Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they are bad; it means they are human. ~unknown~
You must be clear in your mind about what you want for your life. Set your standards high. Believe that you deserve the best. Do not compromise and lower your standards against your better judgment. Do not do anything that makes you unhappy in order to keep someone in your life; in the end you will regret it.


The following poem is a tribute to all the girls around the world who still have to endure the horror of breast ironing.
Punished for Being Beautiful
She is beautiful and she is so afraid,
In a perfect world her beauty would be a blessing,
But in her world it is something of a curse.
Boys will look at her,
Men will lust after her,
And for this she is punished.
Hot, searing iron is thrust into her breasts,
Her womanhood has to be disguised,
She is told It is for her own protection.
She carries the horror of this torture in her heart,
She wonders who will protect her,
From the pain of the hot iron being thrust into her breasts.
Who will protect her from the psychological scars
And from the physical pain,
Who will protect her from the distress
When she looks in the mirror and sees
Her scarred disfigured breasts.
She cries silently into her pillow
And she wonders is her pain will ever end.
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