Umbrellas in a body shame storm

Picture of me (a white non-binary person in their 30s) touching my head and looking in the mirror while holding my camera

When you allow others to determine how you show up, you give away your power and freedom. I am not willing to do that, not anymore. No! Whenever shame shows up, I acknowledge its presence and that we go waaaay back, shame and I, but I am not welcoming it anymore, because it takes away freedom, creativity, joy, fun, and my sense of purpose. Just a few little things that make life worth living, no biggies...

We need umbrellas, white privilege (Part 3)

Heart-shaped puddle reflecting the sky

As a white person I know that I am at the epicenter and source of racism. I am not looking at it from the outside as it unfolds. It is time for me and many others to act accordingly! This is not to say that none of us was aware of this before, but at least for me the time of reading books and learning about it as if it was someone else's problem is definitely over.

Intersectionality, white privilege (Part 2)

Knowing the name of someone who is oppressed does not create immediate radical change. Yet knowing names and stories of victims of violence reminds you that what you see and have learnt has been produced from the perspective of the perpetrator. To challenge the status quo we need to understand it and see it for what it is: ridden with injustice.

Know her name

I've just finished listening to "Know my name" and have to rave about it. In this book I found so many things I know to be true about a life and a window to a world I have always been afraid to fall into: the one of a victim of rape or sexual assault.