Ray of Sunshine

I am sitting here listening to my husband moan and groan as he battles the "man cold." He assures me that women cannot handle a man cold. Much like the tv commercial I am tempted to ask him if I should call his mother. I am not sure how women continue on when sick, with the kids, the cooking, the chauffeuring and even their job. (I have so far resisted the urge to bring up child birth – probably saving that one for the clincher). But there does seem to be a difference.

When we get hurt by something or someone in life, we have a tendency to not want to repeat it, not want to deal with it, to stuff it down, hide it away or to even deny anything touched us.[1] Everything that happens to you, whether physically or emotionally has an effect on your body.[2] We are physical, spiritual and emotional beings – body, mind and spirit. The three have to work together to have a well-rounded life. When you get hurt in any area – body, mind or spirit the

When being in love means being in pain – I can identify with this statement. It is how my life evolved and revolved for a long period of time. It took years and years for me to see that the problem with my pain was the way I loved myself. When we truly love ourselves we will not allow the comments of others to penetrate our souls and dig a hole inside our hearts. Those harmful comments will bounce off of us like water on a ducks back. What gives people a right to “comment” on

I was the fat kid with buck teeth. I got “fatty, fatty” and “bucky beaver” all those nice things. No hope for self-esteem there. I still have a hard time looking in a mirror. Body image is marketing on the most intimate level – it’s the way we put ourselves “out there” to the world. Because of the shame associated with my childhood, I became a woman who loved too much, a fixer or doer, always striving to be just right or perfect. If I am perfect, everyone has to love you righ