Ok, I'm sorry for not writing in a long time, baby has kept me busy!
I had my beautiful baby girl in May 21st, at 10:44 in the morning, via c-section. She weighted 8 lbs 8 oz, and measured 21 inches :) and a head full of hair! She has been my joy and pride since then, and now that I've been taking her to places, I've encountered people that, really, do not know about personal space.
I'm writing this blog because there are several people who have done this, and I want my friends to not be silently slapped if any of you encounter me and Opal. Not to mention, it will serve as future reference on how to interact with babies on the street or a public place.
1) ALWAYS ask if you can touch the baby.
You have no idea how many people touch Opal without asking. One thing: Do not ever, ever, touch her face. You never touch a baby's face. Like, ever. In the history of Forever. If you touch a baby's face, you deserve to have your hand cut off... just kidding. But seriously, don 't do it.
You might've forgotten where your hands had been the last few hours before you touched her. Babies have low immune system. To avoid germs or potential illness, just don't touch a baby's face UNLESS given permission to do so, and only if you've washed your hands recently.
2) Do not comment on how big/tiny he or she is.
Many people mean well when they comment on a baby's size. But, as you'll comment on anyone's size, it's kind of hurtful and rude, especially if the baby is exclusively breastfed. If you say her baby is small, she will feel like she is not giving her enough, or that she is not producing enough, etc.
Many horrible things pass through a mom's mind when people comment on their baby's size. If you say the baby is big, she'll think she is overfeeding him/her. If you say the baby is small, she'll think she is not giving him/her enough to eat. Just do all us mamas a favor, and don't comment on baby size, like ever.
3) Avoid pointing out mom's post-pregnancy figure.
This is kind of a big one. Although, I've been told I look good and that it seemed like I was never pregnant (which it's ok, I appreciate it ^-^), in one occasion I was told (by an overweight, 50-something year old lady), that "it should be illegal to look that good after having a child"... envy much?
Listen, it's not in my hands to control my weight... well, yes, it is. But it's really not my fault that I'm shaped small. I've always have a great metabolism and always been thin. Having a baby didn't change that, and I breastfeed so all the baby weight went off the window in a couple of weeks. So please, if you are going to say things like that out of envy, just keep your mouth shut or walk away.
4) Babies are not as easy to figure out.
"Baby is smiling? Oh! She must like me! Baby is crying? Aw, she doesn't like me." Babies don't always smile out of happiness, or they don't always cry when they see a stranger. Babies smile also when they are passing gas or they are trying to have a bowel movement. And babies don't always cry because they don't like strangers. If they cry when a stranger approaches, maybe she's had enough with the day and they are ready to call it a night.
I know this is kind of mom's job to figure out, but if/when you are babysitting babies it will be your job. If baby is smiling, don't immediately assume they are happy. They might be, but there are a lot of reasons why they smile: they are trying to pass gas, or they are struggling with passing a stool. So if they do this, don't just hold them and talk to them and smile back, especially when they are struggling or squirming. Same thing happens if they are crying. It doesn't mean they don't like you, maybe they are just hungry or need to be changed! Put yourself in their shoes! It's so much easier to figure out a baby's needs when you think to yourself, "if I was a baby, why would I be crying? Am I wet? Am I hungry? Is my onesie sticky/hot?" etc. As a mommy, this helped me figure Opal out faster than if I just try about everything and hope it calms her down.
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I hope this helps a lot of you when interacting with babies, whether it be from strangers in public places, or a new member of your family. Be always mindful of momma's feelings and needs, and respond promptly.
It's really hard for us new mothers to get the grip on this thing called motherhood. We need help and support. And with the tips above, you will be helping immensely!
Blessings,
Nataly <3
Monday, August 3, 2015
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Roses and Thorns
I know, I know... it's been forever since last I wrote. This baby bump is keeping me busy, both mentally and physically, I literally have no energy to think about anything else.
Last Thursday I was at the last worship/hangout event at one of the school ministries here at WT, and there is something that I noticed up until that day: the majority of the Christian girls/ladies (if not all of them), both from church and the student ministry, are soft-spoken, have a calm and peaceful nature, and overall radiate gentleness. Every, single, one, of them... their clothing is even lady-like and exquisite!
That day, after talking to someone I just met, I found out something that just made me feel embarrassed: I was being loud and bold. I spoke about my pregnancy and my baby's movements and how it felt, and so on.
And I realized... I have an overwhelming personality.
I didn't speak to this person again that night, and probably never will... That happens to me a lot. I speak with people I just met and I try to be friendly and outgoing... but I end up, somehow, scaring them away. And even after I see them a couple of days later and I wave at them from a distance, they smile as if I was a stranger, not as if they knew me from somewhere...
...and all because I don't have a single gentle bone in my body. At all.
I know what my closest friends will tell me, "But you are so sweet!" "you have a great personality" "I think you are girly enough!"... and so on. (I will say this: I have one of the most caring hearts on the planet. I want people to be ok, to be happy and not hurting. I want to be there for friends and I want them to be able to talk to me about anything.)
I am an open book, I will pretty much talk about anything and everything without shame, from simple things to very deep things, even uncomfortable things! I will talk about anything, and listen to anything and anyone... and though sometimes that's a good thing (makes me a person easy to talk to)...sometimes I can be overwhelming with how much I talk the first time I meet someone.
So, every single time I step in church or in that student ministry, I feel like a wild turkey amongst swans: around me there are these beautiful church girls, cutely dressed, chattering around me, laughing sweetly, speaking softly...
...and then there's me. Dressed in black (mostly), talking and making bold hand movements...actually, my whole body moves when I talk! Either way, I stick out like a sore thumb (and no, that is not a pregnant woman joke).
But you know what? Even flowers come on all shapes and sizes, right? Some are bold and some are small and delicate...and probably if I were a flower, I'd be something weird like a weed, or a thorny bush with flowers... maybe a rose: bold and thorny.
I think I'm ok with that! :)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Last Thursday I was at the last worship/hangout event at one of the school ministries here at WT, and there is something that I noticed up until that day: the majority of the Christian girls/ladies (if not all of them), both from church and the student ministry, are soft-spoken, have a calm and peaceful nature, and overall radiate gentleness. Every, single, one, of them... their clothing is even lady-like and exquisite!
That day, after talking to someone I just met, I found out something that just made me feel embarrassed: I was being loud and bold. I spoke about my pregnancy and my baby's movements and how it felt, and so on.
And I realized... I have an overwhelming personality.
I didn't speak to this person again that night, and probably never will... That happens to me a lot. I speak with people I just met and I try to be friendly and outgoing... but I end up, somehow, scaring them away. And even after I see them a couple of days later and I wave at them from a distance, they smile as if I was a stranger, not as if they knew me from somewhere...
...and all because I don't have a single gentle bone in my body. At all.
I know what my closest friends will tell me, "But you are so sweet!" "you have a great personality" "I think you are girly enough!"... and so on. (I will say this: I have one of the most caring hearts on the planet. I want people to be ok, to be happy and not hurting. I want to be there for friends and I want them to be able to talk to me about anything.)
I am an open book, I will pretty much talk about anything and everything without shame, from simple things to very deep things, even uncomfortable things! I will talk about anything, and listen to anything and anyone... and though sometimes that's a good thing (makes me a person easy to talk to)...sometimes I can be overwhelming with how much I talk the first time I meet someone.
So, every single time I step in church or in that student ministry, I feel like a wild turkey amongst swans: around me there are these beautiful church girls, cutely dressed, chattering around me, laughing sweetly, speaking softly...
...and then there's me. Dressed in black (mostly), talking and making bold hand movements...actually, my whole body moves when I talk! Either way, I stick out like a sore thumb (and no, that is not a pregnant woman joke).
But you know what? Even flowers come on all shapes and sizes, right? Some are bold and some are small and delicate...and probably if I were a flower, I'd be something weird like a weed, or a thorny bush with flowers... maybe a rose: bold and thorny.
I think I'm ok with that! :)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
The Same Song, Over and Over...
Since I was a little girl, I've always shoot for the starts: I want to go to college and study my dream-career, I want to work with animals, I want to marry the man of my dreams, I want to have a house with a glass-walled attic, and I want to go on a two-year safari to South Africa. Obviously, some of these goals are waaaayy long-term, some of them I already accomplished.
I believe there is nothing wrong with the desires you have for yourself, there is not a limit for your dreaming above and beyond... but there will always, always, be that one person who disapproves, or thinks those goals are too far away from your reach.
You need to choose from a lot of colleges! What if they don't accept you?
Are you sure you want to smell like poop for the rest of your life?
The perfect man doesn't exist!
Don't you think that's a little less privacy you will have?
Where are you going to get the money to travel?
But God forbid, you want, or are in the process, of having a child... Do. Not. Get. Me. Started!
I'm not even going to bother listing all the things I've been told or warned about from labor up until he/she goes to college. I would be way too long and I have better things to think about.
It was the same tune I heard from people when I started dating Clint, and it was the same one I heard when we got engaged, the same one when we got married... and now, when we are expecting our little bundle of joy and destruction, I am hearing the same song. All. Over. Again!
I've come to terms with the fact that this song is never going to end, it will always exist. But even if the same song plays forever, we have better things to worry about, better things to occupy ourselves with..
...even better songs to listen to :)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
I believe there is nothing wrong with the desires you have for yourself, there is not a limit for your dreaming above and beyond... but there will always, always, be that one person who disapproves, or thinks those goals are too far away from your reach.
You need to choose from a lot of colleges! What if they don't accept you?
Are you sure you want to smell like poop for the rest of your life?
The perfect man doesn't exist!
Don't you think that's a little less privacy you will have?
Where are you going to get the money to travel?
But God forbid, you want, or are in the process, of having a child... Do. Not. Get. Me. Started!
I'm not even going to bother listing all the things I've been told or warned about from labor up until he/she goes to college. I would be way too long and I have better things to think about.
It was the same tune I heard from people when I started dating Clint, and it was the same one I heard when we got engaged, the same one when we got married... and now, when we are expecting our little bundle of joy and destruction, I am hearing the same song. All. Over. Again!
I've come to terms with the fact that this song is never going to end, it will always exist. But even if the same song plays forever, we have better things to worry about, better things to occupy ourselves with..
...even better songs to listen to :)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Monday, February 9, 2015
Keep Dirty Laundry at Home
Have you ever overheard conversations that just made you roll your eyes and think, "I don't need to be hearing this here!"? The truth is, many people air their dirty laundry anywhere and at any time there is always an ear willing (voluntarily or forced), to listen to the vents. And for some reason, is always the women who do it.
Mid-aged married women and/or with kids are the ones that I've seen have talked about their struggles with the husband or with the kids... or both. That the kids don't listen, that they don't pick up after themselves, that the husband didn't pay attention to her because he was tired, or he watched tv and then went to sleep... whatever the case, they are always complaining about their private lives, some of the times with co-workers or even cashiers at the grocery store.
And my only question to them is this: why?
Why would you talk badly about your loved ones?
Why would you poison the ears of young mothers/wives that are new to the live you've lived many years?
In some cases, why to strangers?
I am a relatively new wife (some might say newly-wed), and I am going to be a new mother very soon. I really don't need to be hearing women trash-talking about their family like that. If anything, I believe they should be ashamed of themselves for doing such thing. That is not what a wife or mother should be doing, even when husband or kids don't even know what's going on.
If it bothers them so much, them venting their dirty laundry on other people will not make it clean.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Mid-aged married women and/or with kids are the ones that I've seen have talked about their struggles with the husband or with the kids... or both. That the kids don't listen, that they don't pick up after themselves, that the husband didn't pay attention to her because he was tired, or he watched tv and then went to sleep... whatever the case, they are always complaining about their private lives, some of the times with co-workers or even cashiers at the grocery store.
And my only question to them is this: why?
Why would you talk badly about your loved ones?
Why would you poison the ears of young mothers/wives that are new to the live you've lived many years?
In some cases, why to strangers?
I am a relatively new wife (some might say newly-wed), and I am going to be a new mother very soon. I really don't need to be hearing women trash-talking about their family like that. If anything, I believe they should be ashamed of themselves for doing such thing. That is not what a wife or mother should be doing, even when husband or kids don't even know what's going on.
If it bothers them so much, them venting their dirty laundry on other people will not make it clean.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Who Hurt You?
Yesterday at work, one of the managers called Josh was joking with a coworker about a Feedback Card she got (which read "Good"), and he was joking about her sucking and whatnot...we were taking it all pretty lightly and she was even smiling and we were all laughing. Then she asked me, "I'm pretty sure the card says "Good,"... that means, "Good," right?" I responded with a light-hearted "Yeah?" Then Josh proceeds to (very sarcastically and demeaning, by the way) tell her "She is PREGNANT, she doesn't know what she's talking about..."
And then, I proceeded to be seething with anger and even exploded an "Excuse me?"...he not only mocked the fact that I was pregnant, but he even imitated my accent and my hand-on-waist pose.
I've never wanted to kick someone's b@lls so hard in my entire life.
But after sleeping it all off, and watching some Criminal Minds and reading some funny things, and having some praying time...I discovered it was worthless being mad at what happened. It's done. I can't change what happened. I can only change my attitude about it all and let it all go. Not saying I felt bullied and demeaned just because I'm pregnant. In fact, I think he picks on me even more because of that same fact!
And I think he has a reason to do that. I mean, what could possibly had happened that he has the need to demean pregnant/Mexican/women?
I know it doesn't make sense, but I feel sorry for him. I might have something that he doesn't. He doesn't smile, doesn't mention wife or kids (yet he wears a wedding band), and he is short... I'm not joking, he is about as tall as me, maybe one inch shorter. He makes up for his stature with his attitude.
I am trying to be forgiving and passive about this, hopefully I won't see him until next time I work (Monday) and by then he might be nice... but I won't go down without a warning. And next time, things will get ugly. And the beauty of it is that I actually have the support of ALL my coworkers, so if I tell the head manager or the GM about this situation, they will prevent him from 'firing' me (ha, like he could).
But yea. This is my little rant of the day. Hopefully it will be the last time I have to talk about this. I'd hate to send him to the moon... with my foot... up his butt.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
P.s: if you're rude to pregnant women the same way this guy was to me... you deserve a kick in the b@lls, just saying.
And then, I proceeded to be seething with anger and even exploded an "Excuse me?"...he not only mocked the fact that I was pregnant, but he even imitated my accent and my hand-on-waist pose.
I've never wanted to kick someone's b@lls so hard in my entire life.
But after sleeping it all off, and watching some Criminal Minds and reading some funny things, and having some praying time...I discovered it was worthless being mad at what happened. It's done. I can't change what happened. I can only change my attitude about it all and let it all go. Not saying I felt bullied and demeaned just because I'm pregnant. In fact, I think he picks on me even more because of that same fact!
And I think he has a reason to do that. I mean, what could possibly had happened that he has the need to demean pregnant/Mexican/women?
I know it doesn't make sense, but I feel sorry for him. I might have something that he doesn't. He doesn't smile, doesn't mention wife or kids (yet he wears a wedding band), and he is short... I'm not joking, he is about as tall as me, maybe one inch shorter. He makes up for his stature with his attitude.
I am trying to be forgiving and passive about this, hopefully I won't see him until next time I work (Monday) and by then he might be nice... but I won't go down without a warning. And next time, things will get ugly. And the beauty of it is that I actually have the support of ALL my coworkers, so if I tell the head manager or the GM about this situation, they will prevent him from 'firing' me (ha, like he could).
But yea. This is my little rant of the day. Hopefully it will be the last time I have to talk about this. I'd hate to send him to the moon... with my foot... up his butt.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
P.s: if you're rude to pregnant women the same way this guy was to me... you deserve a kick in the b@lls, just saying.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
All About That Belly
Ah, pregnancy... where you feel little flutters, little kicks, your significant other rubs your belly, brings you food...have cravings, feel like the lady on that scene in the movie Alien where the thing comes out of her through her belly, you feel like a whale, and then cry because you just ate half a three-pint bucket of ice cream all by yourself...but you know what? That is all ok! You are growing a little human! So what if you put extra pounds on? Your body will not be ruined, it never was. Your body was home and food for your little one, love it!
Being pregnant has been one of my biggest adventures, ever. I am loving every single happy and crappy moment about it! Especially the food and the belly rubs from friends... I know, it's kinda weird. Some pregnant women don't like being touched at all, or even asked if they are pregnant!
See, that's one of my things: why do pregnant women (or women in general) get mad when people ask them if they are pregnant? Maybe is just a cultural thing, but even before being pregnant when I was asked that question I always took it humorously and said, "Ha! No, not yet" or something... ok, maybe I don't get offended because I am as skinny as a twig, always been, and have no body image issues like other women, who unfortunately didn't receive the blessing of a skinny body and/or fast metabolism... which is perfectly ok! Whether 'perfect' body or not, everyone of us have the capability of being confident and feeling pretty.
I know that the question of "are you pregnant?" sometimes gets you by surprise and makes you feel bad or uncomfortable, but it's just a question! Not a mock, not a statement, not a body-shaming insult...is just a question!
I love being pregnant, I would love it if more people asked me if I was pregnant! One day at work I got a family with two children in my section, and the dad boldly told me "turn sideways for me?" I did, and then he nodded... his wife looked embarrassed, but nonchalantly I said, "yes, I am pregnant. It's ok to ask!" and then we had a few laughs about that. He felt confident in 'asking' because he saw my cross necklace (which I always wear).
If someone asks you if you are pregnant and you are not, don't take it personally! Laugh about it, and move on. Women sometimes need to get over themselves. When it's about image, you should always have the confidence to say yes or no at that question, and move on. That person most likely will take the answer and forget about it, while, as you get offended, you keep thinking, "how dare he/she asked me such a question? I know I'm fat, but damn! How rude"...see? Right there! You just body-shamed yourself. You turned that person's question into an insult for yourself and you let it affect you. That is not ok. We need to always take things as it is, and respond like adults about it.
The same thing goes for women who are actually pregnant! I saw a meme a long time ago where there was a row of pregnant women figures at different stages of pregnancy and the headline said, "when to ask if a woman is pregnant", and the bottom line had the stages of the pregnancy with the word Never underneath it...I mean, come on! If someone asks you if you are pregnant, and you are pregnant, why not just say yes?!
Maybe I'm just weird like that and I never take things personally (especially if they are true and I have no reason to be offended). I think you shouldn't, either. Makes life easier ;)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Being pregnant has been one of my biggest adventures, ever. I am loving every single happy and crappy moment about it! Especially the food and the belly rubs from friends... I know, it's kinda weird. Some pregnant women don't like being touched at all, or even asked if they are pregnant!
See, that's one of my things: why do pregnant women (or women in general) get mad when people ask them if they are pregnant? Maybe is just a cultural thing, but even before being pregnant when I was asked that question I always took it humorously and said, "Ha! No, not yet" or something... ok, maybe I don't get offended because I am as skinny as a twig, always been, and have no body image issues like other women, who unfortunately didn't receive the blessing of a skinny body and/or fast metabolism... which is perfectly ok! Whether 'perfect' body or not, everyone of us have the capability of being confident and feeling pretty.
I know that the question of "are you pregnant?" sometimes gets you by surprise and makes you feel bad or uncomfortable, but it's just a question! Not a mock, not a statement, not a body-shaming insult...is just a question!
I love being pregnant, I would love it if more people asked me if I was pregnant! One day at work I got a family with two children in my section, and the dad boldly told me "turn sideways for me?" I did, and then he nodded... his wife looked embarrassed, but nonchalantly I said, "yes, I am pregnant. It's ok to ask!" and then we had a few laughs about that. He felt confident in 'asking' because he saw my cross necklace (which I always wear).
If someone asks you if you are pregnant and you are not, don't take it personally! Laugh about it, and move on. Women sometimes need to get over themselves. When it's about image, you should always have the confidence to say yes or no at that question, and move on. That person most likely will take the answer and forget about it, while, as you get offended, you keep thinking, "how dare he/she asked me such a question? I know I'm fat, but damn! How rude"...see? Right there! You just body-shamed yourself. You turned that person's question into an insult for yourself and you let it affect you. That is not ok. We need to always take things as it is, and respond like adults about it.
The same thing goes for women who are actually pregnant! I saw a meme a long time ago where there was a row of pregnant women figures at different stages of pregnancy and the headline said, "when to ask if a woman is pregnant", and the bottom line had the stages of the pregnancy with the word Never underneath it...I mean, come on! If someone asks you if you are pregnant, and you are pregnant, why not just say yes?!
Maybe I'm just weird like that and I never take things personally (especially if they are true and I have no reason to be offended). I think you shouldn't, either. Makes life easier ;)
Blessings,
Natalie <3
Monday, January 19, 2015
Dignity vs Independence
In this crazy, twisted world we live in, there is no lack of mention about High School teenage girls who give their bodies away...yes, I'm talking about having sex. And yes, I am aware that this is a very bold and harsh statement I am about to make...but as a defender of purity and women's dignity, I cannot stay quiet about something that God created to be beautiful and sacred.
I just want to mention that I don't mean to sound critical. This is merely based on years of observation I've done to people of different backgrounds. And I am also exclusively speaking about teenage girls who decide to lose their virginity even before they reach college (though, at any age before marriage is almost as bad, but that's another rant for another time).
I never had sex before marriage. I stayed whole until my wedding night, and it was the best decision I've ever made. There is a certain sense of pride about such thing, and there is nothing wrong with it! If anything, I wish more girls nowadays had that sense of privacy and dignity, of wanting to defend and protect their bodies and their integrity. Now, I'm aware that this is a modern society where couples don't marry but live together and create a family without wearing a ring. But then again, some of them don't know God, and they don't understand why lovemaking is designed for couples who decide to form a union and a covenant with each other.
I've taken several Bible studies where they teach about the sexual act as a form of covenant you make with the person you are with. Back then there were private and public weddings. Everyone assumed that they were pure. Otherwise, they were stoned to death or something. Many people don't understand this, they see it as barbaric...but the fact is, purity meant so much to those who feared God that they wanted to keep their groups and villages purged of those who mocked God by being sexually impure. It only makes sense, right?
But this is not a Bible study, this is something that goes beyond defending what God designed to be dignified and defended. A woman's purity and integrity. Untouched. Delicate and fierce. All of that goes down the drain when a girl decides to give her body away as if it was disposable. And along with it, goes their spirit. Many don't think about the consequences about losing their virginity, they just think they can do whatever they want with their bodies, and it even feels liberating. It gives them a sense of empowerment over their lives, a sense of independence and strength. It makes them feel and think, "I am an independent woman who knows what she wants and how to get it and when."
But when these girls are ready to settle and look for someone special, they will not have anything to give to their significant other, if they decide to marry. They will feel so empty that the only way they will be able to fill that gap is... you guessed it, by having more sex. That is not the answer! Sex will not give you a sense of independence, or liberation. Especially if you haven't quite grown up yet.
My heart truly aches for these girls because they are missing out so much in not waiting for their wedding night to truly give yourself unashamedly to your spouse, and to receive that same wholeness from him. No, they are not living life to the fullest, they are running through it instead of really enjoying it and taking everything in, one day at a time, one feeling at a time. It's really not worth lose yourself in bodily pleasures when life is more than that!
Maybe reading this blog you will feel judged...but remember that the judgment is not coming from me.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
I just want to mention that I don't mean to sound critical. This is merely based on years of observation I've done to people of different backgrounds. And I am also exclusively speaking about teenage girls who decide to lose their virginity even before they reach college (though, at any age before marriage is almost as bad, but that's another rant for another time).
I never had sex before marriage. I stayed whole until my wedding night, and it was the best decision I've ever made. There is a certain sense of pride about such thing, and there is nothing wrong with it! If anything, I wish more girls nowadays had that sense of privacy and dignity, of wanting to defend and protect their bodies and their integrity. Now, I'm aware that this is a modern society where couples don't marry but live together and create a family without wearing a ring. But then again, some of them don't know God, and they don't understand why lovemaking is designed for couples who decide to form a union and a covenant with each other.
I've taken several Bible studies where they teach about the sexual act as a form of covenant you make with the person you are with. Back then there were private and public weddings. Everyone assumed that they were pure. Otherwise, they were stoned to death or something. Many people don't understand this, they see it as barbaric...but the fact is, purity meant so much to those who feared God that they wanted to keep their groups and villages purged of those who mocked God by being sexually impure. It only makes sense, right?
But this is not a Bible study, this is something that goes beyond defending what God designed to be dignified and defended. A woman's purity and integrity. Untouched. Delicate and fierce. All of that goes down the drain when a girl decides to give her body away as if it was disposable. And along with it, goes their spirit. Many don't think about the consequences about losing their virginity, they just think they can do whatever they want with their bodies, and it even feels liberating. It gives them a sense of empowerment over their lives, a sense of independence and strength. It makes them feel and think, "I am an independent woman who knows what she wants and how to get it and when."
But when these girls are ready to settle and look for someone special, they will not have anything to give to their significant other, if they decide to marry. They will feel so empty that the only way they will be able to fill that gap is... you guessed it, by having more sex. That is not the answer! Sex will not give you a sense of independence, or liberation. Especially if you haven't quite grown up yet.
My heart truly aches for these girls because they are missing out so much in not waiting for their wedding night to truly give yourself unashamedly to your spouse, and to receive that same wholeness from him. No, they are not living life to the fullest, they are running through it instead of really enjoying it and taking everything in, one day at a time, one feeling at a time. It's really not worth lose yourself in bodily pleasures when life is more than that!
Maybe reading this blog you will feel judged...but remember that the judgment is not coming from me.
Blessings,
Natalie <3
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