“Everything you want is coming. Relax and let the universe pick up the timing and the way. You just need to trust that what you want is coming, and watch how fast it comes.”—Abraham Hicks (via darksideoftheshroom)
Many of you have heard me say: “You are a soul that comes with a body – not a body that comes with a soul. You were a soul first before you incarnated here – and will continue to be a soul after you leave this physical world. You are and always will be a soul first; an eternal being.” But…
I once saw someone claiming that all non-Indian belly-dancers are racist and appropriate the culture. They had no idea what they were talking about. 1) It’s not an only Indian dance and is danced in Arabic countries and many more too.
And I realized that most people being angry about such a thing either are not part of the culture, or feel guilty because they are 100% american kids that forgot their culture long ago and scream now on the internet to make themselves feel better.
My mum was a belly-dancer, she was white but traveled the world and countries to meet other belly-dancers. To talk to them and share their experiences. You could say it’s like a “fandom” and meeting people that love the same thing you do from other countries is usually really welcomed.
Me and my mum were years ago in Istanbul, we were the only white people in the room, the dancer was popular and had a lot of fans and people admiring her. My mother approached her for an autograph and the dancer asked her how it comes that a white woman is there. And my mum explained in Turkish that she dances too and is a big fan. SJW would probably start screaming at that.. but not so that woman. She started smiling and then invited my mum backstage to share tea and talk together about the thing they both loved. There was no “oppression” that forced her to be nice, only a sign of her being uncomfortable would have lead to my mum and me being thrown out. When I was a few years ago in Egypt and I was saying I’d like to have a belly-dancing dress the Burqa wearing cousin of my friend offered me to get me one.
BUT.. there is one thing I hate… the way western culture makes it all “slutty”. Touching hair and body are completely prohibited… unless you are actually a prostitute and try to get men to realize that so they pay you (dancers from the original countries will usually not touch themselves unless well they are prostitutes, so if a belly dancing teacher tells you to.. leave.)
The dance is pretty much from women for women, it’s a dance that makes you walk taller, gives you pride, can be danced by skinny and round people(my mum was pretty “fat” and some of the world’s best dancers are). It is healthy and beautiful, and when done right every dancer loves to share their love for it.
Saying it shouldn’t be shared sounds to me like those people are Separatists, who have no idea what they are talking about. (and are kinda racist like.. all separatists sjdhfb))
“It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.”—(via paneradise)
I don’t know what asshole invented the idea that teenage girls are the cause for all evil, but I really hope that person never has to raise one. I don’t want him to see her dissolve in his fingers as society tells her to eat less, be thinner, be the damsel in distress, be something for a man to fix, be different but not too different, be special but never ever a special snowflake - I don’t want him to watch as she realizes that no matter what she loves, she’ll be made fun of for it. She can simply like her coffee from Starbucks and suddenly she’s vapid and thinks herself poetic. She’ll want to play video games but be called a fake nerd, particularly if she poses in any remotely flirtatious way because for some reason despite the entire community playing games with poorly dressed women they still hate it when a real girl wears less clothing, she will be seen as trespassing in a specifically male space - but when she falls in love with a female-based television show for children, she’ll watch as men step on themselves to sexualize it. If she wants old-fashion romance she’s seen as being naive but at the same time is told to keep herself ‘pure’ for some dude that might not hurt her. If she admits to being anything, she makes herself a target. She will be told her worth is based on how much a man values her. She might love to cook but she’ll hate being asked to stay in the kitchen, she might love to read but get told she’s too introverted by half the population and ‘not that special’ by the other. If she loves to go out and party, she’s ‘just another college co-ed,’ if she loves to spend her friday nights watching anime, she’s a shut-in. God forbid she be proud of something: the words “I’m different from other girls” are a death sentence because we live in a society that doesn’t want to see women like that, a society that doesn’t like the idea maybe we all are actually different and not carbon copies of each other, maybe we all would like to feel unique and loved and worth knowing - maybe the real problem is that she will be raised to believe being a girl means silicone and photoshop and dying as a way to move forwards a plot - and she doesn’t want to be seen as that. When she says “I’m not like other girls,” she means she’s not like the girls she sees on tv, these invented two-dimensional creatures that say one line and then get chased down by monsters.
She can try all she likes. She’ll be shut down at every single fucking turn. What she doesn’t know is that they’re getting her ready for when she’s grown up because she’ll be so used to being stepped on she’ll just give up. Why respect women when you don’t even respect little girls?
And when she is burning up, when she mentions that her insides are volcanoes and her skin is too thin to contain them: she will be told she is hysterical, that she’s doing it for attention.
I don’t want him to watch as she shuts down, as she learns to live as a paradox, I don’t want him to see her rip herself to shreds in order to be perfect, I don’t want him to realize that there’s no way she’ll get help because she’s only doing what she’s told.
”—Teenage girls aren’t the downfall of society, society is the downfall of teenagegirls. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars