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...

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.