I feel like I'm waking from a docile sleep. Why have we spent thousands of years accepting that some men are no different to wild animals? That we must avoid their habitat like we are prey, and they are dangerous beasts. If you want to know what it feels like to be a woman walking alone at night, then go swim with hungry sharks or take a chance with lions and bears. That fear of being attacked at any moment is ever present for women. But why do we accept that some men are jus

Raise your standards! Before doing anything, or making any decisions I ask myself one question... And that question is this; "If I were a person with love for myself, what would I do?" Every choice thereafter becomes about valuing myself and raising my standards to create happiness and my best possible future and also insures that others are held to this standard in how they treat me. It means I don't, and I won't accept anything less than what a person with love for themsel