The other day I read several posts by @Lindy that shared some quotes from this wonderful book! This one just seemed like a good lesson for me today!
The other day I read several posts by @Lindy that shared some quotes from this wonderful book! This one just seemed like a good lesson for me today!
A smart and hopeful book incorporating Hana Shafi‘s online affirmation artwork (which is under the name Frizz Kid). Shafi was born in Dubai and immigrated with her Muslim family to Canada. She writes about kindness, bodies, IBS, politics, self-love, healing and resilience.
… I just try to reassure them of their worth, tell them they‘re loved, and suggest that they surround themselves with supportive people.
I hate the phrase “you complete me.” I hate the images it conjures: the half-empty girl; the rom-com manic darling who is a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be completed; the self-absorbed and emotionally stunted man who believes he will be truly whole only when the right woman enters to fill the void. I refuse to believe that I have emptiness within me or, for that matter, missing parts.
Despite the awkward stumbles & the constant confusion around how to settle into adulthood & be a person or something, I‘m actually really proud of myself. I like to remind myself that I‘ve done a lot of wicked-cool things, that I‘m actually an interesting person & that if I really was a small, dirty opossum, I would be one wearing a crown of bright marigolds because I am a goddamn marsupial queen.
Your body is your own and you can cover it hardcore-Canadian-winter style with nothing but your peepers showing or you can let your tatas swing in the wind. You are allowed this freedom because you‘re a person and not an object or a political platform. How much or how little you wear is not an indicator of your worth, your intelligence, or your dignity.
I want to read all three of these authors‘ books! No More Nice Girls: Lauren McKeon, Hana Shafi and Michelle Parise at the Toronto Festival.