Power to the People
No body has to approve of your body once you’re comfortable with your body. I no longer poison my body with ungrateful language knowing it’s the vehicle who takes me through my days.. I no longer say if only this were smaller, or I’d be good if that were bigger, or I wish there were no stretch marks here or scars there. I accept every perfect and socially unacceptable part of me now. That which I can change with a little eating change and exercise I work out 5 days a week towards, that which I can not change, I love regardless. No more shame in my frame. Love me or leave me alone.
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HE WAS GATHERING dirty laundry when the bombs started falling.
It was early on the morning of December 7, 1941, at the U.S. naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and Mess Attendant Dorie Miller had just gone on duty aboard the battleship USS West Virginia. A six-foot-three, 225-pound Texan, Miller was the ship’s heavyweight boxing champ. But his everyday duties were somewhat less challenging. As one of the ship’s African American mess attendants, he cooked and cleaned for the white sailors.
(The story of one the first American heroes of World War Two continues here.)
Steve Sheinkin tells the history of Dorie Miller’s bravery and many other African-American servicemen in The Port Chicago 50: Disaster, Mutiny, and the Fight for Civil Rights, Longlisted for the 2014 National Book Award for Young People’s Literature.
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My father was born December 6, 1941. He coincidentally joined the Navy as well some 17-18 years later. He went on to become one of the first Black Officers on a nuclear submarine. He spent his last tour at Pearl Harbor and lived the remainder of his life in Honolulu. Heroes.