Comments on: Édition nº 186 – Des régimes ?

By: sido

sido — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:49:33 +0000

Social phenomenon that are the regimes …

Before a criterion of beauty of the woman was to have the whitest possible skin, today it is the opposite: it is necessary to be tanned to be beautiful

Not accept everything as the true truth have its opinion on every thing(matter) choose the direction(management) of its life: free will

Good appetite in all, tching-tching

By: sido

sido — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:28:48 +0000

fait de société que sont les régimes …

avant un critère de beauté de la femme était d’avoir la peau la plus blanche possible , aujourd’hui c’est le contraire : il faut être bronzée pour être belle / beau

ne pas tout accepter comme vérité vraie
avoir son opinion sur chaque chose
choisir la direction de sa vie : libre arbitre

bon appétit à tous , tching-tching

By: kealan

kealan — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 00:15:30 +0000

It is so funny how, in a modern society, parents make the mistake of mixing up their artistic children with homicidal maniacs! A child should be supported in every aspect of life. A man once told me that a child one day comes home and finds that his parents to be crazy.

Conditioning goes out the window

By: Girlwithapearlnecklace

Girlwithapearlnecklace — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 19:19:35 +0000

I believe that the ‘asylum’ is a potent symbol. My parents did not choose to send me away for ‘treatments.’ Instead, they made up their own: food. My parents feared at a young age that, because I was so talkative and friendly they needed to keep me isolated. They saw that I was open and communicative so they wanted to close my throat up. For 17 years they fed and fed and fed me, until my throat was so tight the sobs barely could escape. I was isolated and dependent on them solely for support. I had no other community to ask for help…
It’s funny how much I laugh at their attempts today. The pain I felt then only, when I finally broke away, INCREASED my openness and desire to talk about my experiences. Their fear has made me love more. And it’s funny, although I am horrified at what they did, I am also grateful in a profound way. I may still have struggles, but I kept my soul, which was always fed by something much more than food.