Really too bad that self-care has been so effectively kidnapped by like capitalism lmao bc it was formerly meant for people in empath-based and emotionally laborious roles to learn how to care for oneself in addition to professionally caring for others, not to mention to support (primarily women) those who are socialized to take on the burden of nurturing all members of their family before taking care of themselves.
It’s really sad bc women especially are raised and positioned in society to learn how to care for *literally* everybody BUT themselves — girls are taught to physically and emotionally care for family, friends, superiors and even strangers before themselves. Wanting to put themselves first & asking for help is even taught to be a “selfish” thing for women to do lol — and self-care was literally revolutionary in encouraging women to care for themselves in a way that could prevent long-term physical and emotional damage.
But like. Self-care has been so infected with consumerism and hijacked that it’s not only been totally rewritten as a “treat yourself” kind of numbing practice via goods but it’s also become a way for workplaces to put the blame back on the people in emotionally laborious and otherwise damaging job roles to take care of themselves – i.e. “learn to take care of yourself” and “be sure to take care of yourself” rather than restructuring the workplace to prevent harm. all of a sudden its OUR job to know how to self-care rather than for workplaces to better their work environments to prevent damage lol
i know we’ve all turned over the lyrics to “nobody” a million times but im still pierced right through the heart over “give me one good honest kiss” changing in the next verse to “give me one good movie kiss" exposing that the narrator thinks she craves a mutual human connection but what she really craves is a fantasy of care
Well, actually, i dont think it was a pretty day for her, or a pretty weather altogether.
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The soiled sky and cement waves met only torn cloth, stained with wine, sweat, mucus, maybe vomit. I know what i’m talking about! and I’m saying Those rocks aren’t pretty. Covered in dead fishes (still slimy, or carcasses already), dried-up algae, and seagull poop – sticky, gross, and, well, hard to climb. It made her nails go black before time. It wasn’t – at any rate – a pretty day.
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Not that there was no sun; It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t hot, either, when she stripped the wind that quickly reformed behind her body – that pile of dirty laundry. Really, there was nothing left and there was nothing where the air meets water already.
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Well: actually, she didn’t feel it happening she just fell and you know how sea is when you fall from that high.
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Torn Cloth, a broken hairpin, that wasn’t even made of gold. That’s about it.
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I’m telling you: it wasn’t a pretty death it wasnt a pretty day it wasnt a pretty sea it wasnt a pretty it wasn’t
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