Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.
Roughly 100 Connecticut College students form a flash mob and dance to the song “Dancing Queen” by ABBA in the road in front of Shain Library Thursday Feb. 14, 2013, as part of the One Billion Rising global campaign to combat violence against women. Similar One Billion Rising events were held across the country and around the world on Thursday.
This is a group of girls from the red light district of Kolkata, India rising up. A girl I know worked with these girls last summer at an organization called New Light. It’s so great to see girls who have been so exploited take a stand and rise up against violence against women