Self Acceptance and Society/Fat Acceptance
Self acceptance is loving and appreciating yourself even if there are things you'd eventually like to change. Fat acceptance or society acceptance is getting society as a whole to accept that we have the same rights as everyone else and to reduce prejudice within the community.
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Self-acceptance means unconditional appreciation and support for who you are now, including all the elements that you want to change.
Things you can do every day to boost your body image:
- Move your body by doing activities you love
- think of one thing you body did for you today
- compliment yourself
- smile at yourself in the mirror
- wear clothes that fit you well and make you happy, regardless of their size
The Return of the Doves
When we bought our house almost six years ago, little did we know that it came with two additional occupants who were not listed on the home spec sheet. We moved in at the beginning of April, 2007 and within a week, we discovered a pair of mourning doves had made a nest in the tree in our front yard. According to our neighbors, these doves had made a home in that particular tree - same branch and all - for years. We enjoyed watching them and catching glimpses of the downy heads of their babies. But once spring moved into summer and we were busy working on improving our new abode, the doves were quickly forgotten.
Flash forward a year and the doves came back, nesting on the same branch as the year before. Again, we watched the tender loving care which they gave their babies. The mother would go out hunting for food while Daddy stood watch on the end of the branch, chasing away squirrels, cats - and curious children too at times.
Each year we have wondered if the doves will again return. And each year, they have. There is a quiet beauty in the consistency of their arrival, of watching them select twigs, sticks and bits of grass and moss to build a warm, snug nest for their offspring. And of course, there is the excitement that we feel when we wake to hear tiny little peeps coming from the nest and strain to catch glimpses of the sweet little bundles, without worrying Mother and Father too much, of course.
Yet this year, we are concerned about their return. Over the winter, the tree died. A huge old maple, it had stood in this same spot for over one hundred years. We had to have it removed and the stump dug up, as not only was the tree dead but the roots were beginning to invade our plumbing system. My first thought, when my husband told me that we had no other choice but to take it down, was of the doves' branch not being there for them when it came time to nest.
Last weekend we went to the local nursery and bought a 10 foot maple. My husband and his friends put it in the ground, moving it by only a few feet so as not to have the same issue with the plumbing system. And as I looked out the window this afternoon, I saw a mourning dove fly around the tree a few times. It settled on a branch and looked quite content. The next few weeks will show if it is one of "our" doves or not, but I certainly hope so. The return of the doves has come to be, for my family, the true mark of the renewed hope of spring.
Written by: Angie Yoder
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"In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours."
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush."