Growing Breasts – The Reflection of my Life in my Breasts

by Anonymous

As a little girl I looked forward to having breasts, I wanted to look like my Barbie dolls and I knew my breasts were going to be beautiful. When my breasts started to grow at around age eleven I was excited and although it was painful I embraced the way my body was changing. At this time my mum had recently begun a new relationship and moved in with her new partner and she began to seem uncomfortable with the changes happening to my body. One day my mum sat me down and told me in no uncertain terms that my new breasts must be kept hidden at all times. I was not allowed to wear strappy nightgowns or clothing anymore, even if it was a 35-degree summer. She also said that this order had come directly from her new partner. Continue reading “Growing Breasts – The Reflection of my Life in my Breasts”

Motherhood & Detachment: an Essential Element to True Love

by Bianca Barban, Melbourne, Australia

One of my roles in life is being a mother. I am blessed with 2 children, a daughter, 8yrs and a son, 7yrs. At times I have found motherhood and detachment difficult, mostly because I have been enmeshed in my children’s lives, taking on every emotion they feel and putting their needs before my own. Continue reading “Motherhood & Detachment: an Essential Element to True Love”

Parenting – Letting Go

by Nicole Serafin, Age 41, Tintenbar, NSW

At what point as a parent do we let go and allow our children to make their own decisions?

This is something I have always pondered on since the birth of our first child just over 5 years ago.

While our daughter was progressing through the baby stages I would feel what was needed for her, asking myself: Continue reading “Parenting – Letting Go”

My Right Breast – Finding Me Beneath the Cancer

by Fiona McGovern, BA PGCE, Isle of Arran, Scotland 

For some months now, when I lay in bed or in a warm bath I have been holding my right breast, the one where the cancerous tumor is… the tissue is softening around the tumor.

At first I expected to feel something, waiting to feel that womanliness I had always missed. I wanted to feel something grand or perhaps simply warmth – but in truth there was nothing. What I was feeling was the deep level of disconnection I had to me and to me as a woman. Continue reading “My Right Breast – Finding Me Beneath the Cancer”

From Sleeping Rough to Committing to Life

by Anonymous, UK

As far back as I can remember I have been obsessed with food especially sugar. After school I would see what money was lying around, sneakily steal it from my parents and head off to the corner shop to buy a few pound’s worth of sweets. Once home I would ‘mong out’ in front of the television and eat and drink as much as I could before feeling sick. Looking back I did this to totally numb out – not  that I could say anything in my life was particularly bad, I just knew even then I didn’t want to be in it fully. Continue reading “From Sleeping Rough to Committing to Life”

Learning to Love Myself Through My Breasts – Breastfeeding and Trusting Stillness Within

by Luz Helena Hincapie, 35 years, BA Architect, Colombia, South America

As with any other subject in this world, Breastfeeding comes with its own set of ideals and beliefs.

The obsession to do the best thing for our children above everything else, including the mother, seems to be normal and accepted. Ideas on breastfeeding have a great impact on women, as it did on me. Women can feel good about themselves if they produce enough milk and choose to breastfeed for a LONG time, or sad with a secret sense of failure if they don’t. Continue reading “Learning to Love Myself Through My Breasts – Breastfeeding and Trusting Stillness Within”

Opening up (A Can of Glorious Worms) – Returning to the Truly Tender Woman Within

by Bryony, London UK

I’m almost embarrassed to admit that until very recently I thought ‘nurturing’ was a synonym for narcissism, gentleness was for wimps, and sharing was self-indulgent.

I attended an Esoteric Womens Group and just didn’t get it: ‘What’s with all this love in the room and talk of tenderness? Surely they must be faking it?!’ I rejected the people who were there – most of them just like me – because I thought that talking about yourself was either for people with enormous problems, or for people who had no problems, but wanted some anyway. It didn’t fit in with my ideas of working hard and getting on with it. Continue reading “Opening up (A Can of Glorious Worms) – Returning to the Truly Tender Woman Within”

Not Speaking Up – Silence: Is That a Form of Self-Abuse?

by Anonymous

Sometimes we speak but we are not heard.

Sometimes we are made to feel like what we are expressing is not of importance.

When this occurs it leaves us feeling like we should have not said anything at all and should have remained in silence.  I feel that as women we have all done this to some level and it is the silence of not speaking our truth that really hurts us deep inside.

This silencing of ourselves is a form of abuse.  It hurts us and it also hurts those around us. Continue reading “Not Speaking Up – Silence: Is That a Form of Self-Abuse?”

Standing by Me and Inspiring My Colleagues at Work

by Rebecca Turner, Age 44, London UK

I love my job. I work as a beauty advisor in a busy, well-respected health and beauty store in the centre of London. It is an incredible and great learning ground for me.

Every interaction shows me something, and can either energize me or drain me. 

This has been shown to me recently in a very clear way since attending one of the Esoteric Women’s Groups hosted by Sara Williams in London. The question was put to us “What is in the Way?”. Continue reading “Standing by Me and Inspiring My Colleagues at Work”