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They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.
—  Nikita Gill

Girl,
you were born with a fire inside you,
and this world is determined to stamp it out. 

You will see it when you stand up for yourself
and you are told ‘it isn’t ladylike to raise your voice.’

You will hear it when you wear something that hugs your body
and feel the uncomfortable sensation of being stripped naked
by the eyes of men who call you names you are still too young to understand.

You will know it when a man tries to use his strength
to have his way with you the first time,
and you need to use your fists/teeth/legs to get him off.

You will understand it when you see
your mother’s eyes filled with terror
because you are an hour later than you said you will be home.

But you must never ever let them take
those flames from within your soul,
Instead, you must burn brighter than ever
because you are a daughter of the Sun,
And you belong only to yourself, not to this world.

—  For Girls Who Are Filled With Fire | Nikita Gill
Tell your daughters how you love your body.
Tell them how they must love theirs.
Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves -
from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs,
whether there is a little of them or a lot,
whether freckles cover their face or not,
whether their curves are plentiful or slim,
whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short.
Tell them how they inherited
their ancestors’ souls in their smiles,
that their eyes carry countries
that breathed life into history,
that the swing of their hips
does not determine their destiny.
Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued.
Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful
because every woman’s soul is unique.
—  Nikita Gill (via @wizdomly)

Always remember how much you have survived.

Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.

—  Nikita Gill
Your heart will fix itself. It’s your mind you need to worry about. Your mind where you locked the memories, your mind where you have kept pieces of the ones that hurt you, that still cut through you like shards of glass. Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry, destroy you over and over again. You need to convince your mind that it has to let go…because your heart already knows how to heal.
—  Nikita Gill
Society constantly puts us in situations where it is in our interest to be mean. Our vanity would have us believe that we are naturally mean. But the truth is much worse: we become mean without knowing it, without even realizing it. It is difficult to be someone’s heir without unconsciously wishing for their death now and then. “In such situations, however sincere a love of virtue we bring to them, we weaken sooner or later without noticing it, and we become unjust and mean in fact, without having ceased to be good and just in soul.” It seems, however, that the beautiful soul is strangely destined to be thrown again and again into the most ambiguous situations, from which it extirpates itself only with great pain. We see the beautiful soul play on its own tenderness and timidity to extract from the worst situations those elements that allow it nevertheless to keep its virtue intact.
—  Gilles Deleuze, in an excerpt from Jean-Jacques Rousseau: Precursor of Kafka, Céline, and Ponge, featured in Desert Islands: and Other Texts, 1953-1974
One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.
—  Nikita Gill, You Have Become a Forest
Always remember how much you have survived.
Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.
— 

Nikita Gill

Wisdom that turns you into a Gold. @wisehope