Those on the Insiders’ List have access to a private part of this blog where they can ask me a question. In the extract below, Charmaine tells us what she struggles with. I have re-written her story for her and I am sharing it here because I suspect it may help you too.
The memories of our school days and childhood are never complete. We remember small snippets of stories. The smell of leather bags and chalk dust, the taste of stale milk, the sound of the bell and the touch of a note passed under a wooden desk. We recall being teased for having the wrong kind of lunchbox but we also remember that life was simple, innocent and unhurried.
All these years you’ve been trying and trying to lose weight with the only tool that you have — a hammer. You try hitting the screw with the head of the hammer and using the other end to prise the wood from the wall, but you have made little progress. You are tired, frustrated and on the verge of tears.
A strong and yet supple sense of who you are encourages self-reliance and autonomy. It means you are confident that the answers lie inside you instead of with someone else. It allows you to lay open your heart and fall into the heart of another without losing yourself. It lets you love your dark places without fear that they will drive people away.
Being a feminist doesn’t mean that you have to inhabit your masculine essence. On the contrary. It means that the feminine essence is to be celebrated as beautiful and precious. It is stripping away this belief that living from our hearts and identifying emotionally with the world is less important than being indestructible and driven.