For school, I’m reading a lot of literature about body image in both men and women, boys and girls. It got me thinking, so I wrote this.
She prepares her breakfast at ten in the morning. A little late, but she’d foregone the alarm today on purpose.
Self-care is allowing yourself the freedom to exist as is.
Months ago, she skipped breakfast most days. And lunch. She’d have lean protein and vegetables for dinner.
But today she is having a breakfast burrito. She had the same thing yesterday. She will likely have the same thing tomorrow.
She loves the way her hair now gleams in the sunlight. She loves the way her thighs now touch. She loves herself. Genuinely.
Self-care is living life on your own terms.
©2018 Heather Stephens
For this prompt, I decided to go autobiographical.
There has never been a time in my life when I didn’t want to be a writer. I wanted to do other things too, but always be a writer. I’m not very good at writing, but I’m passionate about it. I put it here online in the hopes that my voice will be heard. I don’t need to be famous or paid well to love writing. Writing itself is the joy.
It’s always been my dream to be a writer. For many years I have felt that it is important to tell stories and have your voice be heard. That is all I really want. Not money, not fame. Just to be heard.
It’s difficult, however, to defeat the nagging voices that tell you being a wordsmith is not your calling. To struggle with your own mediocrity is painful. Heartbreaking. But the secret to being a writer is having the passion to do it anyway. To keep learning to perfect your craft. To write, even if no one will read it.
© 2016 Heather Stephens
A man could lay himself down at the end of the day, satisfied that he had achieved all that he set out to do.
A man could be content, knowing that he knows no master but himself.
Can women claim such comforts? May women claim such comforts?
Because it seems to me that women have everything dictated to them: how they should look, what they should wear, how dramatically they may paint their faces before being branded a whore.
For men, freedom lies in the masculinity that gives them their confidence. The future is theirs, ripe for the picking.
Women must climb higher, striving to bypass the low-hanging fruit that men can reach so easily.
This is not a 100 word story, but a 100 word piece. I was thinking about how I tend to be fairly negative, and although I’d like to be more optimistic, it is extremely difficult. This one is a little depressing.
Still, I hope it gets you thinking. If you disagree, contact me and tell me I’m wrong. I love to be proven wrong.