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Blank square on my grid to replicate the blank stare I’m giving you

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Was The Social Media Break Worth It?

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What has my social media break taught me? That my blogs don’t need me as much as I think or would like, for a start. Continue reading

Temporary Goodbyes – Woeful Writes

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My plan is to log out of all social media and my blogs for the next couple of weeks. Of course, I’m worried I’ll miss stuff, that I’ll be disconnected from things I love and that might inspire me. I’ll miss moments that mean so much to others that mean something to me. But remember there was life before the internet was accessible in our hands 24/7.

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This Body Has Carried Babies

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I should stand proudly and without fear, my hands caressing my bulging belly

Because I carried babies in here

I should not shy away from the power I possess, what my body can and has done

Because I carried babies in here

Although they have left lines, scars and torn away a more acceptable exterior, I’m okay

Because I carried babies in here

I’ve been left saggy and bigger and heavier and less confident

Because I carried babies in here

I should feel no shame in the state that I have been left in

Because I carried babies in here

I will not feel forced to snap back and be who I used to be

Because I carried babies in here

I will remember there is beauty in this bulk

Because I carried babies in here
I will not insult myself by not loving myself
Because I carried babies in here

I will not let images of perfection erase the wonderful thing I did

Because I carried babies in here

I had life grow inside me on several occasions, bringing forth other human beings

And I carried babies in here

I was lucky enough to be granted permission by the universe to create life

And then I carried babies in here

This thing, only a womb can do, I’ve accomplished that

And I carried babies in here

I am strong, I am proud, I am a mother, this is my body

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

I carried babies in here

 

xx woeful writes xx

(Sorry for repeating myself, just making a point).

Time

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Salvador Dali: The Persistence Of Memory

It felt like time was standing still. All eyes were on her and she hated being the centre of attention. Continue reading

Open Diaries

“It’s not even that interesting.” Sheryl nonchalantly said to the so-called friend who was holding her diary. Inside she was quaking, if that book was opened, if anyone saw what she had written, she would quite literally die. Continue reading

Glass

Tommy had been shouting at her all morning. She wasn’t entirely sure why. Nothing she did or said was ever good enough for him. It was so intense being with him, the demands and the pressure. Lucy used to hate her job. Now it was the place she went for some solace. A few moments of quiet before the noise of home.  Continue reading