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National Eating Disorder Awareness Week

All week I've been seeing posts on twitter, instagram, and a few blogs that I follow about National Eating Disorder Awareness week. I see a lot of posts from people who've struggled and beat their disorders, people who are still fighting, and many who don't have an eating disorder but want to spread awareness and encouragement. This is awesome! Many people don't know how serious ED's are and how many struggle with them. As many of you know, I've battled with anorexia myself. I had some serious life patterns of the disorder for about 4 years, and even after recovery have slipped back into them a few times. Because I think a lot of the general public don't understand very well what can cause these kinds of patterns and struggles in someone's life, and because it is NEDA week, I wanted to take a few minutes to talk about what can lead someone into an ED, and my own personal battle with anorexia.
First of all, I'd like to get the thought that those with eating disorders simply starve themselves in order to gain that "perfect" body that they see all over magazines, online, and on TV out of your head! This is a huge huge misconception. Maybe the media have planted some seeds of bad body image, but in the cases of many I have talked to and in my own case, it contributed none to little to the development of our anorexia.

The National Eating Disorder Awareness sign.
It stand for loving all of yourself.

My anorexia started being a problem for me when I was about 14 years old. I didn't know at the time why I wanted to do it, why I liked feeling hunger and going days without eating anything. I just knew that it felt good and I liked it. Now, however, as I'm looking back over the years and realizing what was happening in my life at the times my disorder was developing the most, it's easy to see what was going on. I didn't have a very stable life as a kid. There was always something going on with my parents which kept them very busy. Along with a lack of parental guidance and affection, I had very little consistency in my life. So I started starving myself. Just a little bit at a time in the beginning, 3 or 4 days, and then longer amounts of time later on, a week or 10 days. It was something I could control, it was something I could rely on, and it was something, hunger, that could distract me from the other pains in my life. I knew that I shouldn't treat myself that way, but it was the only way I knew to cope with my situation. It became my crutch.
Over the next few years my ED developed and became a lifestyle. I'd go long amounts of time without eating anything and only drinking water, and when I did give in to hunger and have an apple or even a sandwich, I'd immediately start hating on myself. I was supposed to be taking charge of my life, I was supposed to be stronger than the hunger because maybe if I could be stronger than my hunger I could be stronger than the other hurt I felt. I thought that if I couldn't resist my hunger for food I was failing myself, and the thing I feared the most in my life was becoming nothing. I feared not being able to overcome my situation, and not becoming anything better than the examples I saw as I grew up. 

"I learned that courage is not the absence of fear
but the triumph over if." -Nelsen Mandela 

When I was 17 years old my life took a wild turn for the worse. My parents were at each other's throats more than ever before and I leaned on my anorexia harder than I ever had in the past. I needed it to carry me through. I needed to feel more hungry than alone. I needed to feel more hungry than angry. I needed to feel more hungry than broken. I didn't eat for days. 
About 10 days into it I stopped being able to feel anything. I couldn't feel angry, or tired, or even hungry. I hardly slept. I never ate. Then one night, after 15 days of not eating, I was up listening to my favorite Lana Del Rey music and staring at my bedroom ceiling. I realized that this wasn't working anymore. I wasn't feeling hungry, I wasn't feeling anything, and I'd seen some of those closest to me become numb. I saw their life become dry and meaningless, and I did not want to become that. I wanted to live, really live, and I wanted to feel stronger than my circumstances again, but my ED wasn't cutting it anymore. So I went on a run. I ran for about 2 hours until I started feeling tired, and worn out, and when I could feel tired and worn out I began feeling all sorts of things I'd been trying not to. 
I got really angry. I remember being angry at my dad for some of the things he's done to me, I got upset with my mom for being so absent and standing by, and I got mad at myself for not dealing with it. I got mad at myself for taking the easy way out, for blocking out the real pain. I finally realized that my ED was not the strong thing to do. I had to face the real problems in my life and my anorexia was now one of the biggest ones.
I decided that I didn't want to be stronger than my hunger, I wan't to be stronger than my eating disorder. I wanted to feel everything I'd been running away from, and I wanted to conquer those unhealthy patterns. I began forcing myself to eat even when I wasn't hungry. I forced myself to eat once a day, and then twice, and finally three times, until it started feeling good to eat again. It took over a week of this force feeding to even begin to feel hungry again, but I kept going.
It wasn't easy. I still wanted to lean on my crutch of anorexia, but I knew I could be stronger than that. Full recovery took about a year for me to acquire. I slipped up many times, but I kept going. 
If you have or still do battle with a disorder like this the number one thing I would say to you is that you are stronger than your disorder. You don't need that crutch. Having anorexia isn't a way to overcome. Overcome your anorexia, force yourself to eat if you have to. You're already mentally strong, now work on being physically strong. Because being strong isn't about not feeling things or resisting the hunger, it's about resisting that crutch and building healthy habits. It's not going to be easy. It took me months to win against my eating disorder and I still have relapsed a few times since, but I KNOW you can do it. You so totally got this.
It also helps immensely to talk about it. I know it's hard. I didn't tell anyone about my struggle till I'd already decided to quit and felt like it was mostly over. Admitting your weaknesses is a difficult thing, but I wish I had done it sooner. Find someone you can trust and open up to them about what's going on. They might not understand, and most I've found will initially assume a lot of things about you like that you just want to be thin or whatever, but take the time to explain it to them. They'll want to be there for you, they'll want to encourage you. They might not know how, it's hard for people to understand what's going on inside someone else's head, but give them a chance.

I hope that this post has helped you better understand the thought processes behind an eating disorder and how serious they can be. I've read that about 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 10 boys in college have had or currently struggle with an eating disorder. It's not something you can necessarily see from the outside. Anorexia isn't a cookie cutter thing, it's different for everyone. So let's be aware, let's realize that those who have a problem with this aren't shallow, they're not simply trying to be thinner, and let's understand that you can NEVER fully understand another person. You can be there for them, you can listen to what they want to say, and you can love them. That's what people fighting these disorders really need, someone to be willing to fight with them.
Love you guys! I'm thankful everyday for you incredible readers :-) Happy National Eating Disorder Awareness Week!

My Wish

It's easy to think we know one another. I look at my best friend and tell her I know her, I can "read her mind." I think I understand what goes on in her thoughts. It's easy to look at a stranger even, and think "They're a bum" or "They're an idiot." It's easy to think we know who other people are and what made them that way.
Since I was a little kid I've been trying to understand what makes people do the things they do. If someone totally freaks out about a touch on the shoulder they might have experienced some physical abuse. If someone tries to make everything about them, they might not have gotten enough attention when they were growing up. If someone can only see the negative things in other people, maybe they've only been shown the negatives in them self, maybe they were shown to think that way. The list could go on and on, but the point is that everything about someone has a cause whether we know it or not. Things can even effect us subconsciously.
For instance, through all of high school I had crazy, horrible dreams. Every night I'd wake up 5 or 6 times, and it was usually something I could tell had come from an experience I'd had. Even when you don't think about it all the time or even at all, it's still there. Things can still effect you that you'd never thought would.
Another way I've seen this happen in the past couple of years is with guys. A lot of you know that I don't have the greatest relationship with my dad, but I never thought it would show up in the way I act so much as it has. Even this past year I'd do something and then think "What the heck? Where did that come from?" Because I thought I was okay. I thought it wouldn't effect me.
Thinking about those little things when I was a kid that made such a difference in who I am today, honestly freaks me out. It freaks me out that some of those same things are happening to my siblings still. It freaks me out that I have such an influence on the boys I nanny everyday, and the kids I might have in the future. What if I do something that messes them up? What if I can't give them what they need?
Looking back I can see a lot of times in my past that really shaped who I am today in both negative and positive ways. I look back at some of the hardest times of my life and notice how weak they made me feel, but how strong they made me become. I see the good times, days in the mountains or exploring the gutters with my siblings, and I see how reckless I was, and how curious I still am.
I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to be able to give my siblings, boys, and kids the best shot at life. I want them not to ever know what it's like to feel broken, how it is to feel alone, or unwanted. I will always do everything I can to give them what they need, but at the same time I've come to realize that had I not experienced those things, I would be a completely different person.
If I'd never known some of the troubles and struggles I have, I'd probably be much more judgmental. I hurt for the hurting because I've hurt. I'm strong because I've had to be. I'm thankful for what I've gone through, and I'm thankful for who I am because of it.
I guess what I want to say is that my wish for my people isn't really that they would never have to go through the bad times or know the suffering. I mean yeah, there are things I've experienced that nobody should. Ever. But overall I can't save them from everything, and I wouldn't want to. I wouldn't want to keep them from becoming the strong, brave, kind people they are meant to be. So I wish they would love and feel and hurt and heal. I wish they would fall and get back up again and again. And I wish they would forgive. I wish for my siblings, for my boys, and for those non-existent kids to go through life, and at the end of the  rough patches to be able to say "yeah, I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful for the troubles, for the challenges, and for how I came out of them." And I'll be there the whole way, listening, picking them up, and being their ultimate fan.

Looking Back

Holy wow, you guys, 2014 is almost over! I can't believe how fast time passes these days. It really honestly seems to be speeding up all the time. This year has been more incredible, adventure packed, stressful, and educational for me than any other by far.
I started 2014 with a list of 6 things I wanted to do:
1. Go someplace I've never been before,
2. Write something inspirational,
3. Get a tattoo,
4. Take a risk,
5. Read something difficult, and
6. Spend 24 hours in silence.
And I'm happy to say I've done all of these things this year...except the last one. I tried so many times, but my gosh being quiet is crazy hard!
Anyways, like I said before, this year has been unlike any I've had, and really stands out as a year of growing up for me. I grew up in a lot of practical ways like getting my own apartment, buying a new car, getting an internship, and finally figuring out what I want to be when I grow up! (I think.) I also grew stronger mentally and emotionally. I learned about who I want to be as an individual, developed opinions about some hot topics, and gained a lot of understanding of all kinds of relationships.

My 2014 started by moving out on my own. In fact, I just realized it was exactly one year ago today that I moved into my apartment! Living on my own can be described with an assortment of adjectives: terrifying, stressful, liberating, fun, you-do-all-the-chores, and personalized.
I remember my first night here. My aunt called me and we talked for a long time because I didn't want to hear the silence I knew there would be once we hung up, or even worse, the creeping sounds coming from the hallway or the refrigerator motor kicking on. Even a few months into the lease I showed up 15 minutes late for work one morning because I didn't want to get out of bed while the tree branch outside my window was being blown against it and completely freaking me out. Happy to say, however, I'm not scared of everything anymore! That's one thing living by myself has taught me along with how to balancing a budget consistently, hang a 30 pound mirror, and that you really should do your dishes because they're dirty, don't wait until you have to do them because ALL of them are dirty. At first coming home to empty rooms was hard, a lot different from going home to a house erupting with siblings laughing, and screaming at one another, but I got used to it. I found that the more personal I made my apartment, the homier it was, and the homier it was the easier it became to be there. I started getting little things for the kitchen or the shelf in my living room which helped a lot and now I love this place!

The three boys that I nanny checking out my new spark.

I also really loved my car, scarlet. I spent the first half of the year cruising around in my little red grand am singing at the top of my lungs, and feeling the bass pound out the beat, but over the summer she died..I still miss that thing :-( One of her head gaskets was leaking all over the place and I had to decide that it wasn't worth it financially to fix. So I took one last drive...and another..and another. Okay I took 3 last drives and finally took her to the dump, got some cash, and went to the dealership. My Opa (Grandpa) helped me pick out an adorable, economical, and manual Chevy Spark, and because I hate change so incredibly much, I hated it at first. My spark was a big adjustment, I had to learn how to drive a stick, and do without a super loud bass, but I can say now that I enjoy driving it. Once I got the hang of it, the whole manual thing turned out to be awesome.

Youth group paint balling trip!

In August I started interning at my church with the youth group. By working there I get to spend a lot of time with the students and help put together fun events like a fiesta and an all-nighter. I have enjoyed building relationships with the girls and challenging myself to stay on top of the not-as-fun stuff like bulletin boards and washing the couch covers.
Lastly, I think I finally know what I want to be when I grow up! I've been practicing yoga for about 3 years now, and I think I would really like to become an instructor. The yoga studio I go to offers a great  yoga instructor certification program which I'm planning to do next year. I've already started studying a lot of the anatomy and breathing behind the poses and asanas which is super exciting to me!

Riding in a buggy up to an ancient castle in Germany.

I've also made quite a few less-visible changes this year. I got a little further outside my comfort zone over the summer and traveled to Germany for about 3 weeks. While I was there I got to make a lot of new friends, see a lot of awe inspiring sights, and shift my view of life a little bit more. Seeing the way that people so far away live can open a person's mind so much to new ideas and ways to do things. For instance people in Germany hardly ever use dryers to dry their laundry, they just hang it up, and since I got back to Omaha at the end of June I have only used my dryer a few times too. It's just so much better for my wallet, the environment, ,and the clothes that way. Not only did my ideas about laundry change, being in another place opened my eyes to different ways of doing things, eating things, or wearing things. It caused me to think and to think outside the box. And I've done a lot of thinking.

Split practice with Carl, my turtle.

I thought about what I wanted to be, and even though I still don't know fully, nor does anyone, what my life will look like I have a much better grasp now than I ever have. Just the other day at work my coworker and I were rolling silverware when he asked me what kind of legacy I want to leave behind. I thought about it for a while and then answered, kindness. That's what I want people to remember of me. Yes, I want to study, practice, and teach yoga. Yes, I want to explore the world, try new things, and yes, I want to eventually have a family, but wound within all of that I want to be kind to all. I hope people remember that I cared about others more than myself, and that I helped in any way that I could. No matter what I end up doing in the years ahead I want kindness to be in it all.
Another huge lesson I've learned has been about relationships. They can be so complicated. There are parental relationship, friendships, professional relationships, romantic relationships, and a whole lot more. All of them are so different yet need a lot of the same things. Something I'm still working on is making boundaries. Especially with family it's hard for me to say no to people or make boundaries as far as how much I'm willing to do for you, or give to you both literally and emotionally. It's easy for me to give too much,to try too hard, to prioritize others so much that I forget about myself. In the end if I do that, empty myself too much for another, I end up resenting them which can ruin a relationship altogether. So I've been thinking about that a lot. Where to draw the line, how much I should do for others and when they need to start learning to do it on their own.
There's one more thing I want to touch on about this year, it was a really hard thing for me to learn, and I've been thinking very much about how to say it so that you'll understand what I'm trying to get across... I hope this makes sense.
Loving someone else should never cause you not to love yourself.
If you're with someone, and you love them, like sincerely love them, that should never keep you from being able to love yourself. I had a relationship like that this past year. It was crazy and amazing. He made me feel like the most beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. He did things for me and treated me well. He told me everything I wanted to hear, but I made a big mistake in that I let him influence the way that I felt way too much. If he did something that hurt me I couldn't pick my mood up. If he did something sweet for me, I'd be on cloud 9. But you have to be able to be happy on your own. You have to be in control of that. He knew how to manipulate me to get what he wanted and he knew what to say to make me feel different things. I loved him, like really loved him, but I could not love myself because I was only thinking about what I could do for him, and how to make him happy. Which he was also doing. Thinking about himself, how he could be happy. Guys, people say love is all you need, but that is so not the case. Love is great, but if you want love to work you're going to need a whole lot of determination, forgiveness, and your priorities in order.
Loving someone else should never cause you not to love yourself. All relationships need a certain amount of boundaries which is something I'm definitely going to keep working on in 2015 as well.
So there you have it! I went to new places, wrote to inspire, got a tattoo, took risks, read some difficult things, and spent a few hours in silence. I formed opinions, changed my mind, and changed my mind again. I tried new things, learned some lessons, and worked hard. 2014, it's been real.
Here's to 2015, to more bucket lists, to unforeseen adventures, and to showing kindness wherever the year takes us. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

When Your Sister is Your Best Friend...

Today I'm waking up so grateful for all the incredible people in my life. I have a best friend of 8 years, another bestie who somehow knows everything about me before I do, and a sister that I couldn't shake if I tried, and wouldn't want to. There are two reasons for this: 1. she's undoubtedly my number one, right hand woman who I can tell anything to and do anything with, and 2. she is literally sleeping on my leg right now. I can't feel my leg...

Anyways because my sister is my top girl things are a little bit different between us. When your best friend is your sister things rise to another level of weird, fun, deep, exciting, and lifelong. 

(I know. What is this? Mariah is being all warm and sentimental. :-o)

So because I am so inspired today, and since I'm currently pinned here unable to move I thought I'd share a little about what it's like when your sister is your best friend...

1. Truth or Dare becomes Dare or Dare because you already know everything about each other. Literally everything. We grew up together, we've experienced the same stuff as the other one or at least witnessed it happen to them, and we've been playing truth or dare together for way too long. There's just no more truth to be told. 

2. You know exactly what makes them tick and how to manipulate their feelings for whatever you want. A little bit shameful but this is entirely true. I know that if I wake Sarah up before 9:30 most days she's going to be a grump for hours, and I also know that the only way to actually get her to do that is by taking all of the blankets out of the room. She'll have to go to the couch to find them and wont be able to get back to sleep. However it goes both ways. Sarah knows what clothes she can steal from me and what she better not touch ever. She knows that if she brings up "that one time" she can probably get me to buy her ice cream, and never to talk about how I sometimes snore sometimes...but it's really cute okay...gosh. 

3. You make deals. Deals about who gets the rest of that chocolate chocolate chunk ice cream, deals about who has to get out of bed to plug in the dying laptop computer, deals about what happened, and what you're going to tell your mom happened. 

4. You can have entire conversations with facial expressions. The other day Sarah asked me a question, I gave her a look, asked if she needed anymore explanation and she goes "Nope. I got it." Another time she texts me like "Guess who just texted me" I didn't know so I answered "Send me a picture of your face when you saw who it was." She did, and I instantly knew what was going on. 

5. You're always saying "remember when.." about some horrifying or hilarious childhood memory. People think this one's pretty sweet like "remember when we used to make cookies together every week?" But usually it's more like "remember when you would never shut up when I was trying to sleep?" and "yeah, but remember when you used to throw everything you cold reach at me to try and get me to shut up?" "Remember when you broke your arm falling out of bed because you were pretending to be a baby?" "Yeah, well remember when you slipped on ice, sprained your ankle, and had to call from three houses down the street?" 

6. You have each other's backs. Nobody messes with my sister. 

7. You help out with boy probs. No boy messes with my sister. 

8. You give your opinion even when your sister didn't ask for it, isn't interested in it, and doesn't want to hear it. Sometimes you can't see what you're doing wrong when it's completely obvious to everyone around you, especially your best friend. As that best friend it's your job to tell the other person. As the other person, you'll listen, think it's ridiculous, but eventually realize she's right. 

9. You have "phone dates" when you're too busy to actually hang out. Life is crazy and it's hard to actually get time with people, but where there's a will there's a way. Also, it just feels weird when you haven't talked to your sister/best friend. 

10. You do some pretty stupid things together knowing it's going to be a pain to clean up, but that someday you'll say "remember when..." and laugh till you cry about it. 

11. You trust one another with your lives. Nobody knows me better, and I don't know anyone else better. 

12. You randomly break out in the same song at the same moment. I'm not sure if this one actually happens to other people ever, but for some reason it happens to us a lot. Just yesterday I said something about all the leaves falling off the trees and crunching on them as we walk, and we both immediately sing "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place." (From the Taylor Swift song All Too Well.)  

13. Everyone thinks you are the same person. You are who you hang out with, and with all the time you two have spent together, you pretty much are one.

14. All your friends know your sister (and think she's awesome.) Even though my sister is a few years younger than I am all my friends know her. She's with me most of the time so they've hung out with her and because she's so much like me, think she's awesome ;-) 

15. Aaaaaand no matter what your sister is stuck with you forEVER because you know every terrible and embarassing thing about one another, and because (duh) she's your sister. 

Who the Heck are YOU?

In my last post I discussed some thoughts I have on feminism. What is feminism? Should I be a feminist? How can we express feminism in a positive way? I discovered that the word simply means that women and men deserve the same rights and opportunities as one another, and realized that I've believed this statement to be true for as long as I can remember.
There is a similar subject floating around in my mind that I'd like to address today; that is individuality. How do you live in the world today, with all the screaming opinions of others being hurled at you, and find who you are? We are surrounded by the social standards others put on our lives through the media, the educational system, and even the church. When you are being told constantly, everywhere you go, what you should do, how you should act, and who you should be, it's terribly difficult to actually learn who you are.

Media says I'm not skinny enough, society says women should have long, full hair, perfect skin, and a soft heart, the church says no tattoos or body piercings. I should always wake up early, work out, eat healthy, chase a formal education, look perfect, don't forget to take care of the earth!..and love my life. These are all good things but this way of thinking is so totally wrong.
I will never be happy or fulfill my purpose as long as I'm letting the rest of the world define what that purpose is. I believe this goes for everyone.
How do we stop letting others effect our choices?
There are two ways that I see others' opinions effecting me in my own life. One way is that I'll be exactly what they say I should be or do exactly what they say I should do. The other is that I'll do the exact opposite.
People love to be accepted. We love to feel loved, to know that others approve of us. Because of this it's easy to try to fit the molds we've been given. For years I tried to fit the "skinny" mold. I'd go days without eating, just drinking a ton of water and working hard at volleyball practice and conditioning. I've tried to fit the "smart" mold. I'd study my butt off doing multiple lessons of each subject in one day. I've tried to do the whole "tough" thing too. Acting like I know exactly what I'm doing, I've got it all under control, when my life was a splatter painting of chance. None of these things are who I am. None of these things made me happy. I listened to the ideas of others instead of myself.
I've always been a pretty rebellious kid. Even if rebelling means doing something I don't necessarily want to do, most of the time I'm going to do it. For instance, when I was 3 or 4 I used to have a little dog named Fireball. Fireball had dog food, dog food I wasn't allowed to eat. So what did I do? I ate it, duh! Not because I liked the way it tasted or enjoyed the stuff in any way, but I ate it. A lot. I remember my friend and I sneaking those little round pieces of who-knows-what and hiding under the back porch. We'd eat way too much of that crap, the whole time feeling so good cause we were feeling so bad. Sometimes when people try to tell you how you should live your life, it's easy to say "No way!" and do the opposite even if it's not what you really want.
So basically what I'm saying is this: DO YOU.
I know it's corny and probably been said a thousand times, but I also know that most of us still struggle with this. Heck I do. Quit worrying about social standards or what anyone else will think. Find what you like.
What do YOU want to do? What were YOU made for? Who the heck are YOU?
Then be that thing.

I am a Feminist?

Feminism is a huge topic lately that everyone seems to have an opinion about.
I used to tell people I was a feminist a couple years ago, but because of the mad attack of conservative women I was under I quit talking about it unless someone made it a point to ask me. Now that I'm forming a better idea of what the word feminist really means I've decided to be open about it once more.
I think it's a difficult topic, but only because not everyone is on the same page about what feminism is in the first place. So to start this discussion let's look at the true definition...

Feminism: "The doctrine advocating social, political, and all rights of women equal to those of men."
(According to Dictionary.com) 

Yes! I agree with feminism. Of course I want women to have a vote, I want women to be treated respectfully, I want women to be taken seriously. In this way I think feminism is good. There are women all over the world living in terrible conditions with unreasonable rules and requirements put on them that seem to have hardly a voice in any matter. We need to fight for women everywhere to be heard.
However, a lot of people have a much different picture of feminism. I've noticed many putting too much focus on the social equality part of feminism and doing so in the wrong light. Many celebrities have been fighting for the cause in TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE ways which gets a lot of attention and distracts from what the mission of feminism actually is.
Women are so confused as to what they want. This is not news. We are totally conflicted and unclear most of the time. When it comes to feminism you'll hear many different views. Women say...
Our bodies are over-objectified. We want respect.
Guys party and sleep around and it's totally fine but when girls do we're called whores.
We can use our bodies to our advantage. It shows that we are strong women, and proud of it. 
These three things are totally conflicting one another, yet most young girls today would probably agree with all of them.
In my opinion women should be treated with the same respect as men, but neither man nor woman should behave in certain ways. However, I'm not everyone's (or anyone's) mom, so not much I can do about that part of it. What you and I can do is promote feminism in a way that gives respect to men and women.
Really each individual can have a slightly different take on feminism, some emphasize the political freedoms it carries, some the social, and others the educational benefits and so on. But when it comes down to it feminism is simply believing that women deserve the same rights as men.
I have included a bunch of quotes and ideas others have expressed that helped me figure out what my opinion on the matter is. I realize some of these ideas mentioned below I have not yet touched on, they are to get your brains thinking. There are many subcategories within feminism which I hope to get to in the future!
Please leave your thoughts below, I know this is a very hot topic lately! What is your opinion?
Hope these blips help shed some light on feminism and get you thinking about its importance.