This book is a love letter, to my body. In fact it's several letters - to every part from my brain to my belly. I spent most of my life hating my body. I forced it to survive on a diet of ham; I squeezed it into asphyxiating support pants; I accidentally cut my delicate area whilst trimming my lady garden. But now I've realized that it deserves some well overdue TLC. This book is the story of how I've come to understand some vital life lessons, and started to love being a woman. I hope you enjoy it. Except you, Mum and Dad. You should stop reading now. It's for the best. I promise.' Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employ'd in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you two things which must excuse me. I have, believe me, not been an age in letting you take possession of me; the very first week I knew you I wrote myself your vassal; but burnt the Letter as the very next time I saw you I thought you manifested some dislike to me. If you should ever feel for Man at the first sight what I did for you, I am lost. Yet I should not quarrel with you, but hate myself if such a thing were to happen—only I should burst if the thing were not as fine as a Man as you are as a Woman. When you're just thinking about what you wish you could change about yourself, it's hard to think about what your body actually does do and what it has achieved in all the years you have been with it. This book does exactly that.

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I have been, I cannot tell why, in capital spirits this last hour. What reason? When I have to take my candle and retire to a lonely room, without the thought as I fall asleep, of seeing you tomorrow morning? or the next day, or the next—it takes on the appearance of impossibility and eternity—I will say a month—I will say I will see you in a month at most, though no one but yourself should see me; if it be but for an hour. I should not like to be so near you as London without being continually with you: after having once more kissed you Sweet I would rather be here alone at my task than in the bustle and hateful literary chitchat. Meantime you must write to me as I will every week for your letters keep me alive. My sweet Girl I cannot speak my love for you.You absorb me in spite of myself—you alone: for I look not forward with any pleasure to what is called being settled in the world; I tremble at domestic cares—yet for you I would meet them, though if it would leave you the happier I would rather die than do so. Do not call it folly, when I tell you I took your letter last night to bed with me. In the morning I found your name on the sealing wax obliterated. I was startled at the bad omen till I recollected that it must have happened in my dreams, and they you know fall out by contraries. You must have found out by this time I am a little given to bode ill like the raven; it is my misfortune not my fault; it has proceeded from the general tenor of the circumstances of my life, and rendered every event suspicious. However I will no more trouble either you or myself with sad prophecies; though so far I am pleased at it as it has given me opportunity to love your disinterestedness towards me. I can be a raven no more; you and pleasure take possession of me at the same moment. I am afraid you have been unwell. If through me illness have touched you (but it must be with a very gentle hand) I must be selfish enough to feel a little glad at it. Will you forgive me this?

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I really would rate this a 4.5/5, and I do recommend it to anyone who wants to understand and start loving themselves and to just learn that you are not alone with your thoughts and emotions, as everyone goes through this. Present my Compliments to your mother, my love to Margaret and best remembrances to your Brother—if you please so. I find that I cannot exist without poetry—without eternal poetry—half the day will not do—the whole of it—I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan—I had become all in a Tremble from not having written any thing of late—the Sonnet over leaf did me some good. I slept the better last night for it—this Morning, however, I am nearly as bad again—Just now I opened Spencer, and the first Lines I saw were these.— The title of the book is there to grab attention. What the book actually does is to describe her life using various body parts as a starting point. I doubt this is an unique way of telling a story but it is effective in this case.

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Exactly a year after John Keats (October 31, 1795–February 23, 1821) extolled the joys of being single, he fell in love. Fanny Brawne wasn’t beautiful by conventional standards, but she possessed enchanting erudition, a pair of intense blue eyes, and a disarming smile. Suddenly, Keats found himself ablaze with the ferocious temporary madness that infatuation inflicts upon the human heart, consumed with thoughts of his beloved and utterly unable to embody the now-legendary notion of “negative capability,” which he had coined two years earlier — the ability to rest into the unknown and not force outcomes upon uncertainty. What greater an impossibility for a heart that desires assurances of everlasting love, that demands nothing less than eternity?

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explanation of ".zip" here. (Everything in the plain ASCII e-text may be considered in the public domain.) Lord Brabourne edition of Jane Austen's letters -- shorter table of contents Cherry managed to walk up the aisle but couldn’t eat the wedding breakfast and certainly didn’t make it as far as the speeches. She collapsed on the bed in the bridal suite, where her then-husband, Roly, found her and persuaded her it was time to leave. My sweet Girl—Your Letter gave me more delight than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you I receive your influence and a tenderer nature stealing upon me. All my thoughts, my unhappiest days and nights have I find not at all cured me of my love of Beauty, but made it so intense that I am miserable that you are not with me: or rather breathe in that dull sort of patience that cannot be called Life. I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I hate the world: it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I could take a sweet poison from your lips to send me out of it. From no others would I take it. I am indeed astonish'd to find myself so careless of all charms but yours—remembering as I do the time when even a bit of ribband was a matter of interest with me. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2021-10-27 00:06:42 Boxid IA40274203 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifierBoth – I’m a green-juice and yoga girl in the week (although I’m writing this on a Wednesday afternoon with a huge glass of prosecco) and then a cheesy nacho and vodka girl at the weekends. Image of a letter to her brother Frank in the form of a poem (congratulating him on the birth of a son, and looking forward to the Austen women's move to Chawton) In the past, when I recognised the first twinges on a weekend it would be quite a scary feeling because I know how difficult it can to be to see a doctor out of hours. What softer words can I find for you after this—what it is I will not read. Nor will I say more here, but in a Postscript answer any thing else you may have mentioned in your Letter in so many words—for I am distracted with a thousand thoughts. I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen. With no barriers into what is uncomfortable to talk about out loud to other people, Healey encourages people to talk more, to engage with their friends with discussions about what is natural and what everyone does. She promotes such a healthy lifestyle in opening up to people and cutting the stigma on topics such as periods or women masturbating. This is such a powerful book to read, and the language she uses really makes it easier to think you're just listening to a friend, and it really boosted the way I try to look at my body now, so when I do start feeling down, I try and list the positives about what my body can do. Not necessarily what it can't to or what it doesn't look like.

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In this episode I talk to Angelica Malin, founder of the online lifestyle magazine About Time. We talk about starting a business, the highs and lows of being your own boss, the modern work world, wearing spandex to work, being responsible online, being on shpilkies and vitamin drips!Made me ponder and question why I do and feel certain things, and gave me some peace of mind that I'm not the only one that sometimes struggles with day to day life! Hanson, Marilee. "John Keats Letters To Fanny Keats, 26 October 1819" https://englishhistory.net/keats/letters/fanny-keats-26-october-1819/, March 6, 2015 I cannot say when I shall get a volume ready. I have three or four stories half done, but as I cannot write for the mere sake of the press, I am obliged to let them progress or lie still as my fancy chooses. By Christmas perhaps they may appear, but I am not yet sure they ever will. 'Twill be no matter, for Poems are as common as newspapers and I do not see why it is a greater crime in me than in another to let the verses of an half-fledged brain tumble into the reading-rooms and drawing-room windows. Rice has been better lately than usual: he is not suffering from any neglect of his parents who have for some years been able to appreciate him better than they did in his first youth, and are now devoted to his comfort. Fanny sits nicely between vagina and cunt – do you use the other two ever? If not why? If yes, in what circumstances?