Loving

by: P. Jacob

Blessed are the poor
...not the penniless,
but those whose hearts are free.

Blessed are those who mourn
...not those who whisper,
but those who raise their voices.

Blessed are the meek
...not the soft,
but those who are patient and tolerant.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice
...not those tho whine,
but those who struggle.

Blessed are the merciful
..not those who forget,
but those who forgive.

Blessed are the pure of heart
...not those who act like angels,
but those who life is transparent.

Blessed are the peacemakers
...not those who shun conflict,
but those who face it squarely.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for justice
...not because they suffer,
but because they love.

A Body Manifesto!

I have been thinking a lot about body image lately. It seems more and more the media is trying to tell us what beauty is, but it doesn't resemble what real women look like. I love Dove and their campaign for real beauty, and Creighton picking it up (and me being a model for them!) I also love songs like "More Beautiful You" by Johnny Diaz. These things are encouraging real women to love themselves for who they are. Even Glamour is getting on the bandwagon and starting to use models of all shapes and sizes in their pages. So, here it is, a list, no a Manifesto! of the things love about my body.


I love my hair! Everything to the color, to the way it looks, I have great hair.
I love my eye color. It is an amazing blue that is really, really blue. I get more compliments on my eyes than any  other part of my body.
I love the way my eye crinkle and get lines around them when I smile.
I love my claves. They are strong and muscular and look good in heels.
I love my butt, it may be small, but it is mighty!

There it is: the things I love about me. I think it is a good idea for every woman to make a list of what they love about themselves and look at it often. As Johnny Diaz said, There could never be a more beautiful you!