So....There is a picture of me on the internet that I did not take and I do not like!
This photo comes from a photographer who took our pictures when I worked for Albertson's and we went on strike. We literally picketed in our pajamas no one cared about their hair, brushing their teeth or nothing.
Yes there she is, 20 or 21 years old, I had permed hair, un-plucked eyebrows (eeeh), a pierced nose (now retired) and a mouth full of braces. After 5 months you just roll out of bed onto the picket line.
I confronted him via Facebook, email and DM on his blog and asked him to remove it and he did not even respond.
During this challenge since I'm being Transparent/Vulnerable, I thought I'm going to be shameless as well.
The truth is... THIS IS ME! period.the end.
You know what...He can leave it up, I was so hell bent on the photo and not considering what this photo represented and where I was in my life. I was in a good place, young and free, not a care in the world. I had a cute boyfriend and a paying job. No one could tell me anything.
BE YOU, BE PROUD OF WHERE YOU COME FROM!
If you aren't there yet, then find a way to get there.
One of my FAVORITE poems of ALL TIME!
“It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
~Blessings
~Blessings
