A Great Typhoon

peanutbuttahealthnut: j-knapp: yogadinosaur: My whole life I have hated my body. Seriously, I cannot remember a time when I didn’t. I’m pretty sure I have hated nearly every part of it too. In preschool it was my nose, second grade my stomach, 5th grade the way I towered over boys in my class, middle school my butt, high school a downward spiral to everything from my feet to shoulders to thighs. And isn’t that sad? Your body is the one thing you are stuck with you whole entire life, friends will come and go, your parents, your home, everything changes. Your body though, it remains true. Your foot has been and always will be your foot, it will never decide to leave you. You are stuck with it. The same goes for every single inch of your body. It is yours, and it will be forever. So, I’ve decided I’m done. I’m done with all of the self hatred. I’m done with the loathing for someone else’s body that I will never have. I’m simply done. For the first time in my whole life I have decided to try and befriend this mysterious vessel of bones, blood, skin and muscle; and I’m going to now, not when I lose ten pounds and can bench press a bear. I know I am not going to go from hatred to loving every ounce of myself over night, but at least my body and I are now on speaking terms. so inspirational!! I love Abi. And … how weird that my best friend reblogged this? JESSICA I DIDNT KNOW YOU FOLLOWED ABI. Hahhaa mind is blown.

peanutbuttahealthnut:

j-knapp:

yogadinosaur:

My whole life I have hated my body. Seriously, I cannot remember a time when I didn’t. I’m pretty sure I have hated nearly every part of it too. In preschool it was my nose, second grade my stomach, 5th grade the way I towered over boys in my class, middle school my butt, high school a downward spiral to everything from my feet to shoulders to thighs. And isn’t that sad?

Your body is the one thing you are stuck with you whole entire life, friends will come and go, your parents, your home, everything changes. Your body though, it remains true. Your foot has been and always will be your foot, it will never decide to leave you. You are stuck with it. The same goes for every single inch of your body. It is yours, and it will be forever.

So, I’ve decided I’m done. I’m done with all of the self hatred. I’m done with the loathing for someone else’s body that I will never have. I’m simply done. For the first time in my whole life I have decided to try and befriend this mysterious vessel of bones, blood, skin and muscle; and I’m going to now, not when I lose ten pounds and can bench press a bear. I know I am not going to go from hatred to loving every ounce of myself over night, but at least my body and I are now on speaking terms.

so inspirational!!

I love Abi. And … how weird that my best friend reblogged this? JESSICA I DIDNT KNOW YOU FOLLOWED ABI. Hahhaa mind is blown.

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fitvillains: Via Washington Post A man sat at a metro st ation in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on. In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100. This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context? One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? See the video here.

fitvillains:

Via Washington Post

A man sat at a metro st ation in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

See the video here.

(via skinnyforskinnys)

Life is the dancer and you are the dance Eckhart Tolle

Life is the dancer and you are the dance

Eckhart Tolle

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Thank you to the reader who submitted this. If you have an image you would like to submit, please email me at grace@50extraordinarywomen.com.. And if you’re in NYC, MA, NJ, or Washington DC, then I would potentially be able to photograph you in the near future - just send me an email.