Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Thunder and lightening, there's my 11yr old's body shaming

     

     I'm a single mom with no child support for income. I'm a former domestic violence advocate who has dedicated her life to breaking the cycles of abuse consuming both sides of her family. This drive is what led me to rewilding. I wanted to be able to meet my own needs if I found myself in circumstances I needed to leave for my own well-being. I'm proud of how far I've come. My children are only partially rewilded. I found myself with no income in a van that broke down in a small town in Arkansas. The local homeless org is putting us up with the condition I send my children to school and find employment. They've been lenient with me on these qualifications because they know I was rewilding and whole life unschooling. The schools are introducing my children to the routine slowly with shortened days and special classes. It was going well until today. My daughter was body shamed.

      That thing that one senses when in tune with everything..... It is the sense of ominous mistake and foreboding. That moment when someone just called hell down upon their own heads. Up until now, when I sensed those heavenly bell tolling and an intense etheric focusing of energy, I dreaded it myself, I always assumed because I felt it that it was meant for me. I became a people pleaser because I hated being the cause for judgement to come crashing down on people in their response to me. I sacrificed my inner self, did anything and everything to prevent their self judgement coming back to slap them upside the head. I have stopped being a people pleaser. As a prophetic soul, I learned that when it comes to "For whom does the bell toll?", one always first looks to themselves, while having learnt it isn't always for me or my fault it is sounding. It's just someone's response to me, which I have stopped fault finding. Today, I know beyond a shadow of doubt the answer is; "For Russellville". As I entered my apartment just after the first war bomb was dropped in my lap, literal thunder began over this town. The rain is pouring down. Russellville is in way over it's head. I'm just the woman to play point man on this. In a matter of days, I organized a hundred vehicles in a protest we called "Convoy of concern" that made international news. I learned how to organize a large group of people. I learned to established boundaries. I lost my fear of speaking in public. That was for someone else's horses. Imagine how motivated I am for my own most precious of all of them daughter. Yes, I have a favorite. https://archive.bangordailynews.com/2000/11/30/horse-deaths-spark-convoy-of-concern-group-aims-to-decry-lenient-justice-system/
      The attempts to "make me think" began. "Undue influence, coercive persuasion, the legal terms for abuse, you're crossing the line"; was my response. "She's going to be moved into classrooms where the little boys are perverts, you know how they are." "The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world; these women better start looking themselves in the eye real deep and take responsibility for raising their sons to be perverts. It's not my daughter's fault or problem". They're sexualizing an 11 year old. That's right there under kiddie porn and sexual abuse of a minor. Bras shred the muscles of the upper body causing breast sagging and a few other problems. You're demanding the mutilation of my daughter's body? Want me to go further? I'm game for it.
     I was told my averagely endowed daughter would have to start wearing a bra and while she can continue to wear leggings, her shirt will have to be long enough to cover her butt. I don't feel the need to say more.
    Now that I think of it; I was told it was not addressed at the meeting we just left so as not to embarrass me or my daughter. Are we sure it wasn't done in private so it wouldn't go on record?
    I'm not upset. I'm engaged.

  Like Grandmother Lava


----------------------------------------------hmmmm town hall meeting at high school this Thursday----------------------------------------------
gathering ammo for the next volley in case they don't come to their senses

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