https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/klwdhlzn
I think that there is nothing better than talking things out because keeping them to ourselves only because we only gain from that, feeling bad and I decided that I don't want to keep making my life bitter for others, that's why I come here to let go of this burden.

CONTEXT:

Before I go into context, I tell you that I am in my car waiting in line to fill it up with gas. The line is quite long.

Ok, now I'm getting to the point:

Those who know me and follow me know that my brother and his wife came to live in my house for economic reasons and that's fine, since my house is an inheritance from our parents and although they (my parents) always wanted to put the house in my name because they knew I was the only one who paralyzed her life, her career, all to take care of them, the truth is that I, to avoid future conflicts with my brothers, I asked them not to do it.

The thing is that I know that when they go to live in the house, the situation would become difficult in every way.

I understand them because I imagine that living in a rented house must not be easy, even less so when the finances are going down and down and the income is at zero.

On the other hand, there is my sister and her children who are really excellent young people and keep their mother's (my sister's) house with the lawn well mowed and in perfect condition.

I have asked them several times to help me mow my lawn because I don't have a mower and the trees in my yard were quite tall. One of them, who is in charge of his mother's garden, always gave me excuses to come.

Then I had to hire a gardener who charged me "cheap" to fix the lawn, but he would not leave things the way I asked him to, even if I was installed next to him. There was no way.

The last time the gardener came last December and finally cut the trees, but left the cut trunks in the middle of the garden, claiming he had to leave because he had an emergency.

My nephew came home around that time and saw those full heavy logs there and I asked him if he could help me pick them up because they were so heavy and his answer was that he was very busy, that he didn't have any gas in the mower either and that the chainsaw was half bad. He always made one excuse after another.

December passed and my brother arrived in January with his wife. There my nephew was there to help him with everything. I felt bad because I had asked him to help me.

The worst thing is not that, but I found out from my sister-in-law that my nephew had said that he didn't like to come to my house, because it looked like a house of terror with so many trees and logs cut in the middle of the lawn.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But there was more...

He also said that he did not understand how it was possible that I had allowed the house to deteriorate so much and that he understood that all the maintenance of such a big house required money but that he did not feel like coming to visit me and that is why he never came, knowing that these are tasks that require the strength of a man and that a woman cannot do them alone unless she is obviously very strong; but now with his uncle here, he was provoked to come and help.

I thought highly of Miguel (my nephew), that's the truth. I thought he was a transparent guy and that he did not talk nonsense, but he fell off the pedestal. It is incredible that he never came to help me, but now that my brother is here, he does. Now he collaborates and spends his time in my house.

So again I opted to open up, to withdraw, to walk away because this hurts, it makes me angry. So mentally I sent them all to hell with no right of return.

This is my catharsis while in line for gas and I've been in line for over two hours now. Finally it started to move and I got my ticket which guarantees that I will be able to get gas today. It is unbelievable how an oil country has to stand in line to get gas that is not produced here, but in other countries. My son always accompanies me, but this time, he deserted.

Returning to the subject, what made me most angry was the fact that he (my nephew) did not tell me what he thought, why not be upfront, honest? Why go and tell someone else?

I have always thought that if you have something bad to say about someone, you should go straight to talk to that person and not create an absurd gossip that causes fractures in any relationship.

Whatever you have to say, say it to me. Let's talk it over and I'll state my reasons or defend myself, but let's discuss it. But why go and tell someone else? It's something between us, it's nobody else's problem.

The other thing that caught my attention is why if my nephew made that confidence to my sister-in-law, why did she tell me?

Suppose someone comes to talk bad about her or anyone else, the first thing I would do is to tell that person: "tell her, don't tell me. She is the one affected, she is the one you have to talk to, that story is not mine and I don't like gossip". But believe me, I would never tell her because I don't like this kind of gossipy situation.

What do you think about this?

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/zetabhnl

The breast cancer is the most common cancer and the most common cause of cancer death in women worldwide. This is why the WHO decreed the month of October, as the pink month and the 19th of the same month, is the International Breast Cancer Day.

As many who know me know, my sister is a survivor of this terrible disease. Twice it has come upon her and twice I have beaten it. It has been a thorny and uphill road, but fortunately she has won the battle both times. This is why I wanted to join the cause I am about to tell you about.

In Venezuela there are non-profit foundations that serve men and women of all ages, especially those of low economic resources, who are attended free of charge, to provide information, guidance and support in an early and preventive manner. One of these foundations is "Senosalud" (breast-health).

SenoSalud has an agreement with a motorcycle club, who are in charge of making an annual route or tour, which has always been called "La Ruta de Lola" (Lola's Route). This name is because in Venezuela, breasts are called "lolas". On this day, all the bikers of Venezuela unite carrying some pink detail, it can be a ribbon, a shirt, balloons, a cap. We did this tour last Sunday, October 16.

Meeting point is at Urbanization Las Mercedes, in Caracas, where the headquarters of this foundation is located to bring a donation and they stay there for two or three hours, while all the motorcyclists arrive and then they make a route. Every year the route changes, but the meeting point is always at the foundation's headquarters. After the route, they arrive to an open air place where all the bikers gather to share and hang out.

In this final point of the tour, there are food stands, as well as a stand of the Senosalud foundation, so that those bikers who could not be at the meeting point, get here and can contribute with their donation.

There is a motorcycle club called Damas de Acero (Ladies of Steel), which is made up only by women and they sell different items with the motif of the day that is celebrated and the money they make with the sales that day, is also to be donated to the foundation. These same girls invite some cyclists who join every year to the same work and make a tour throughout the city.

As you can see, it is a big machine that works for the foundation. I had a very nice day, met many interesting people, enjoyed good company. The people who work in the foundation are people with a big heart, who love what they do, who seem to have been born to help others.

The motorcyclists who participate in this noble work, are also beings of great human quality that year after year, donate significant amounts of money to this foundation. My day was worth it.

Photos and videos are my own, taken with my Samsung s20 FE cell phone camera.

The final banner was made with Canva in its free version.

The video effects and music are in the video editor Filmora Wondershare, in its free version.

The translator used is Deepl, in its free version.

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El cáncer de mama es el cáncer más frecuente y la causa más común de muerte por cáncer en mujeres a nivel mundial. Es por esto que la OMS decretó el mes de Octubre, como el mes rosa y el día 19 del mismo mes, es el día Internacional del cáncer de mama.

Como muchos que me conocen, saben que mi hermana es sobreviviente de esta terrible enfermedad. Dos veces se le ha presentado y dos veces la he vencido. Ha sido un camino lleno de espinas y muy cuesta arriba, pero afortunadamente ha ganado la batalla en ambas oportunidades. Es por esto que me quise unir a la causa que voy a contarles.

En Venezuela hay fundaciones sin fines de lucro que atiende a hombres y a mujeres de todas las edades, especialmente a aquellos de bajos recursos económicos, que son atendidos de forma gratuita, para brindarles información, orientación y apoyo de manera temprana y preventiva. Una de estas fundaciones es "SenoSalud" (senos-salud).

SenoSalud tiene un acuerdo con un moto club, quienes se encargan anualmente de hacer una ruta o recorrido, que siempre se ha llamado "La Ruta de Lola". Este nombre es porque en Venezuela, a los senos se les llama "lolas". Este día, todos los moteros de Venezuela se unen portando algún detalle de color rosa, puede ser un lazo, una camisa, globos, una gorra. Este recorrido lo hicimos el pasado domingo 16 de Octubre.

El punto de encuentro es en la Urbanización Las Mercedes, en Caracas, donde está ubicada la sede de esta fundación para llevar una donación y permanecen allí dos o tres horas, mientras llegan todos los motociclistas y luego hacen una ruta. Cada año la ruta cambia, pero siempre el punto de encuentro es en la sede de la fundación. Luego del recorrido, se llega a un lugar al aire libre donde todos los motociclistas se reúnen para compartir y pasar el rato.

En este punto final del recorrido, hay stands de comida, así como también un stand de la fundación SenoSalud, para que aquellos motociclistas que no pudieron estar en el punto de encuentro, lleguen aquí y puedan aportar su donación.

Hay un Moto club llamado Damas de Acero, que está conformado solo por mujeres y ellas allí venden distintos artículos con el motivo del día que se celebra y el dinero que logren con las ventas ese día, también es para ser donado a la fundación. Estas mismas chicas hacen la invitación a unos ciclistas quienes se unen cada año a la misma labor y hacen un recorrido por toda la ciudad.

Como ven, es una maquinaria grande que trabaja en pro de la fundación. Yo pasé un día muy agradable, conocí a muchas personas interesantes, disfruté de buena compañía. Las personas que trabajan en la fundación, son personas con un gran corazón, que aman lo que hacen, que parecen haber nacido para ayudar a los demás.

Los motociclistas que participan en esta noble labor, son también seres de gran calidad humana que año tras año, donan significativas cantidades de dinero a esta fundación. Mi día valió la pena.

Las fotografías y los vídeos son de mi propiedad, tomados con la cámara de mi celular Samsung s20 FE.

El banner final, fue hecho con Canva en su versión gratuita.

Los efectos del vídeo y la música están en el editor de video Filmora Wondershare, en su versión gratuita.

El traductor utilizado es Deepl, en su versión gratuita.

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/rxrighry
In this video I want to tell you about an experience I had with my son on two occasions. These experiences made me lose sleep that night, because I started to reflect on the blunder that many single moms make when trying to give stability to our children. We make the mistake of wanting to overprotect them and we don't realize that we are making it difficult for them to develop in the future. With these mistakes we are clipping their wings, we are preventing them from flying, from developing in any area of their lives.

If we love them, if we love our children as we say we do, we will correct these mistakes before it is too late. They deserve a beautiful future, they deserve self-confidence.

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/wudxihgi

Hello my beautiful people!!!

I love this kind of initiatives to contribute our humble knowledge to all new users and not so new but still need to learn. I have been here for four years, I continue to learn every day and I accept constructive criticism. That's why I join this challenge from my friends at @rutablockchain.

The video is in Spanish and for those who only speak English, I translate here what I said in the video.

What are the tips or advice I can give to new users?

First of all, avoid plagiarism. Monetizing or generating profits with other people's content is wrong. Both here on Hive and on all platforms. Don't "copy and paste" a piece of writing you saw on the web and pass it off as your own. Give credit where credit is due. It is preferable that if we don't have anything to write, we don't do it. It is better. I've spent several days without writing because I haven't found my muse and I'd rather be like this than fill my blog and the #hive platform with bad content.

It is very important to be creative, we all have something to contribute and we should try to make our content good and improve every day.

Don't be one of those people who, because they don't get a good vote at the beginning, throw in the towel and give up publishing. No, no and no. This is an ant's work, of constancy and dedication. In hive we have a wide range of possibilities to publish whatever we want, without limits because there is a community, a niche for each vocation. There are from mechanics, remodeling, food, desserts, travel, pets, cars, movies, TV series, books, makeup, poems, drawing, recycling, medicine, health to communities to vent and talk about what is hurting us and there we do catharsis.

If today you don't get the support you expect, don't let that stop you. Go on and do it because you like it and the time will come when, out of so many doors that have been closed to you, there is one that will open for you and welcome you with open arms.

This is important spelling, writing and presentation of your publications. Attractive images, ordered and well presented content. Remember that your blog is your letter of introduction to hive. If the images are your own, say: "Own pictures taken with my camera X, or with my cell phone X"; if the images are taken from the web, place a link with the source below each image. But as long as they are royalty-free. On Unsplash, Pixabay, PxHere and others, there are thousands of images for every taste and need.

These for me and from my point of view are the main tips I can offer you. What I can tell you is that in me you have a friend, count on me for whatever you need here or by discord. I know how difficult is the beginning and for that reason, I extend my hand unconditionally.

Thank you for listening to me, for seeing me and for reading me.

Your always friend,

The video was made with my Samsung S20 EFE cell phone camera.

The editing was done with the free version of Filmora Go.

The lyrics of the titles were made with the free program Cooltext.com.

My signature banner was made with the free version of Canva.

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Hola mi gente hermosa!!!

Me encantan este tipo de iniciativas para aportar nuestros humildes conocimientos para todos los nuevos usuarios y los no tan nuevos pero que aún necesitan aprender. Yo con cuatro años acá, continúo aprendiendo todos los días y acepto las críticas constructivas. Por eso me uno a este reto de mis amigos de @rutablockchain.

El vídeo está hecho en español y para quienes solo hablan inglés, les traduzco acá lo que dije en el vídeo.

¿Cuáles son los tips o consejos que puedo darle a los nuevos usuarios?

En primer lugar, eviten el plagio. Eso de monetizar o generar ganancias con contenido ajeno, está mal. Tanto aquí en Hive, como en todas las plataformas. No hagas "copia y pega" de un escrito que viste por la web y lo hagas pasar como tuyo. Demos el crédito a quien lo merece. Es preferible que si no tenemos nada que escribir, no lo hagamos. Es mejor. Yo he pasado varios días sin escribir porque no he conseguido mi musa y prefiero estar así a llenar de mal contenido mi blog y la plataforma #hive.

Es muy importante ser creativos, todos tenemos algo que aportar y debemos tratar de que nuestro contenido sea bueno e ir mejorando cada día.

No sean de las personas que porque no reciben un buen voto al principio, arrojan la toalla y desisten de publicar. No, no y no. Este es un trabajo de hormiguita, de constancia y dedicación. En hive contamos con un gran abanico de posibilidades para publicar lo que queramos, sin límites porque hay una comunidad, un nicho para cada vocación. Los hay desde mecánica, remodelación, comida, postres, viajes, mascotas, automóviles, cine, series de tv, libros, maquillaje, poemas, dibujo, reciclaje, medicina, salud hasta comunidades para desahogarnos y hablar de aquello que nos esté doliendo y por allí hacemos catarsis.

Si hoy no recibes el apoyo que esperas, que eso no te detenga. Sigue y hazlo porque te gusta y ya llegará el momento que de tantas puertas que se te cerraron, hay una que se abrirá para ti y te recibirá con los brazos abiertos.

Esto es importante la ortografía, la redacción y la presentación de tus publicaciones. Imágenes atractivas, contenido ordenado y bien presentado. Recuerda que tu blog es tu carta de presentación a hive. Si las imágenes son propias, dilo: "Fotografías propias tomadas con mi cámara X, o con mi celular X"; si las imágenes son tomadas de la web, coloca un enlace con la fuente debajo de cada imagen. Pero siempre que sean libres de derechos de autor. En Unsplash, en Pixabay, PxHere y otras, hay miles de imágenes para cada gusto y necesidad.

Estos para mí y desde mi punto de vista son los principales consejos que puedo ofrecerles. Lo que si les digo es que en mí tienen una amiga, cuenten conmigo para lo que necesiten por aquí o por discord. Sé lo difícil que es el comienzo y por eso, tiendo mi mano de manera incondicional.

Gracias por escucharme, por verme y por leerme.

Su siempre amiga,

El vídeo fue hecho con la cámara de mi celular Samsung S20 EFE.

La edición del mismo fue hecha con el programa Filmora Go en su versión gratuita.

Las letras de los títulos fueron hechas con el programa gratuito Cooltext.com.

El banner de mi firma fue hecho con el programa Canva en su versión gratuita.

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/ppqiopsv

Hola compañeros de esta hermosa comunidad que nos permite desahogarnos y hablar de esas cosas que a veces no tenemos con quien hacerlo, por muchas razones.

Muchos de ustedes que me conocen, saben cómo ha sido mi relación con mi ex esposo y padre de mi hijo y quizás me hayan tildado de "permisiva". Y es cierto, pero ya llegué a mi límite.

En el vídeo les cuento a detalle cual fue el detonante de mi decisión definitiva.

Yo le había rentado un depósito para que pudiese tener sus materiales y equipos de trabajo (él trabaja en el ramo de la remodelación).

Hello fellow members of this beautiful community that allows us to unburden ourselves and talk about those things that sometimes we have no one to talk to, for many reasons.

Many of you who know me, know how my relationship with my ex-husband and father of my son has been and perhaps you have labeled me as "permissive". And it is true, but I have reached my limit.

In the video I tell you in detail what was the trigger for my final decision.

I had rented him a storage room so he could have his materials and work equipment (he works in the remodeling industry).

También en el vídeo les dije que les mostraría las fotos de las condiciones en las que dejó ese espacio que fungía como depósito.

A parte de que no me pagó los últimos tres meses porque "no tenía dinero", no se molestó en cuidar dicho lugar. Y no es que no lo cuidó, es que lo destrozó., haciendo muy difícil para mi, el volverlo a dejar como estaba para poder alquilarlo de nuevo.

Esto trajo como consecuencia que mi hijo, que no es ningún tonto, porque sabe quién es su papá, pues pese a que siempre he tratado de rescatar a su papá delante de sus ojos, le hablo bien de él, el propio padre se encarga de echar a la basura todo eso con su comportamiento.

Él no es un mal hombre, no. De hecho estoy muy agradecida porque me ayudó al 1000000% cuando mi madre enfermó; me ayudaba a cargarla, montarla en la silla de ruedas, llevarla a sus diálisis y a veces, hasta asearla.

Antes de continuar, quiero que vean las fotos de cómo me dejó el depósito.

Also in the video I told them that I would show them the photos of the conditions in which he left that space that served as a warehouse.

Besides the fact that he did not pay me for the last three months because he "had no money", he did not bother to take care of the place. And it's not that he didn't take care of it, it's that he trashed it, making it very difficult for me to put it back the way it was so I could rent it again.

As a consequence, my son, who is no fool, because he knows who his father is, even though I have always tried to rescue his father in front of his eyes, I speak well of him, his father himself is in charge of throwing all that away with his behavior.

He is not a bad man, no. In fact I am very grateful because he helped me 1000000% when my mother got sick; he would help me carry her, put her in the wheelchair, take her to her dialysis and sometimes even clean her up.

Before I go any further, I want you to see the pictures of how it left my tank.

Rompió el espejo del baño, reventó una tubería, rompió los vidrios de las ventanas, aparte de que no los limpió nunca, arrancó el toma corriente, destrozó los escalones... es tanto el desastre, que cuando lo vi, me dieron ganas de llorar.

Y como es "un amigo" no le cobré dinero de depósito para cuidarme las espaldas. Mi hijo al ver todo esto, lo llamó y le pidió que no volviese a visitarlo, que ya él se cansó de esperar un paseo a la playa con él, una ida al cine o simplemente a un parque, donde no tiene que gastar nada.

Que simplemente él no suma nada positivo a su vida porque tampoco ayuda con la manutención del niño.

He broke the bathroom mirror, burst a pipe, broke the window panes, never cleaned them, ripped out the electrical outlet, smashed the steps... it's such a mess that when I saw it, I felt like crying.

And since he is "a friend" I didn't charge him any deposit money to watch my back. My son seeing all this, called him and asked him not to visit him again, that he got tired of waiting for a walk to the beach with him, a trip to the movies or just to a park, where he doesn't have to spend anything.

That he simply doesn't add anything positive to her life because he doesn't help with child support either.

Todo esto ocurrió ayer, cuando mi hijo le dijo todo eso. Luego lloró y despotricó en contra de su papá.

Esta madrugada se levantó sintiéndose mal y vomitó como nunca lo había hecho. Luego le dio fiebre y continúa enfermo. Simplemente botó todo lo que le estaba haciendo daño, se desahogó y dijo todo lo que se había guardado por tanto tiempo.

Luego su papá me llamó para saber cómo estaba Gabriel. Luego de haberle dicho cómo estaba y lo que había pasado, le dije que no volviese a casa para nada. Que yo le agradecí todo lo que él hizo por mi mamá, pero que esa deuda estaba más que saldada y que como él no era una buena influencia para mi hijo, debía respetar ese deseo.

Me dijo que yo debía poner límites, que no podía permitir que Gabriel decidiera eso. Yo le respondí que eso era exactamente lo que yo estaba haciendo: poniéndole límites a él, que ya había sido suficiente.

This all happened yesterday, when my son told him all that. He then cried and ranting against his dad.

Early this morning he woke up feeling sick and vomited like he never did before. Then he got a fever and is still sick. He just threw out everything that was hurting him, let it all out and said everything he had been holding in for so long.

Then his dad called me to see how Gabriel was doing. After I told him how I was and what had happened, I told him not to come home at all. That I thanked him for everything he did for my mom, but that debt was more than paid off and that since he was not a good influence on my son, I should respect that wish.

He told me that I should set boundaries, that I could not allow Gabriel to decide that. I replied that that was exactly what I was doing: setting limits for him, that I had had enough.

Me duele porque no es el tipo de vida que planifiqué. Cuando me casé, pensaba que sería para siempre, pero no fue así. Sin embargo, pensé que sería un buen padre, pero eso tampoco se lo pude dar a mi hijo.

Pero no quiero que mi hijo crezca pensando que soy una boba que se deja manipular y que no sabe decir que no. Eso puede causarle un rencor inconsciente hacia mi.

Por ahora, mi hijo sigue enfermo. Hace unos instantes se despertó para ir a vomitar de nuevo 😞.

Sé que esto va a pasar. Él está drenando todo lo que acumuló cada vez que su papá lo dejó plantado para salir con alguna mujer o simplemente porque tomó tanto la noche anterior, que ese día no se pudo parar y no se acordó de avisarle al chiquito que no iría.

Soltó cada mal momento, cada regaño injusto, cada falta de su papá y cuando se liberan estas cargas, las personas usualmente se enferman porque bajan tanto las defensas que uno se debilita. Pero esto solamente es el impulso que necesitábamos para continuar solos.

Doy las gracias a Dios por tener el hijo que tengo, tan maduro para su corta edad, tan analítico y tan paciente. Y doy las gracias a #catarsis por la oportunidad que nos regala al desahogarnos.

De mi corazón al tuyo, gracias!

Tu siempre amiga,

It hurts because it's not the kind of life I planned. When I got married, I thought it would be forever, but it was not. However, I thought I would be a good father, but I couldn't give that to my son either.

But I don't want my son to grow up thinking I'm a sucker who lets himself be manipulated and doesn't know how to say no. That might cause him to unconsciously resent me.

For now, my son is still sick. A few moments ago he woke up to go vomit again 😞.

I know this is going to happen. He is draining everything he accumulated every time his dad stood him up to go out with some woman or just because he drank so much the night before, that he couldn't stop that day and didn't remember to let the little guy know he wasn't going.

He let go of every bad moment, every unfair scolding, every fault of his father and when these burdens are released, people usually get sick because they lower their defenses so much that one becomes weak. But this is just the push we needed to continue on our own.

I thank God for having the son I have, so mature for his young age, so analytical and so patient. And I thank #catarsis for the opportunity it gives us to vent.

From my heart to yours, thank you!

Your friend always,

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/tcdnploy

En boca cerrada, no entran moscas".

Hola!! Espero que estén muy bien. Yo por acá, pasé a dejarles una pequeña reflexión.

Quienes me conocen, saben que me gusta analizar distintas situaciones desde muchos puntos de vista y sacar mis propias conclusiones.

En esta oportunidad quiero reflexionar acerca de los comentarios.

Mi mamá siempre pensaba que si no teníamos nada bueno que decir de alguien, era mejor quedarse callado. Y yo estoy de acuerdo y siempre he pensado así.

Muchas personas tienen que decirle a otras cómo las ven. Si las ven más delgadas, se lo dicen y hasta insinúan que están enfermas. Y si las ven gordas, también se lo dicen.

Mi pregunta es: ¿Por qué? ¿Acaso crees que esa persona no tiene espejos en su casa, que no sabe cómo se ve? Y peor aún, que no se sienta a gusto con su consigo misma, que quizás pueda estar librando una batalla contra alguna enfermedad?

¿Entonces es sano venir a echar sal en la herida, como dicen? ¿Qué necesidad tenemos de criticar, de hacer leña del árbol caído? ¿Por qué razón no cerramos la boca o nos mordemos la lengua antes de soltar comentarios que además de ser obvios para todos, puede doler al receptor?

Me pasó el sábado pasado que fui a una reunión con amigos que hacía mucho que no veía. Uno de ellos al verme, lo primero que dijo fue:

"Oye Ali, estás gordita".

O sea, hello... "Yo sé cómo estoy", le contesté. "Yo tengo espejos en mi casa". Su comentario me dolió, porque yo sé que estoy gordita, que ya no soy la misma flaca de hace unos meses y todo porque estoy pasando por problemas de salud que no tengo por qué estar contándoselo a todo el mundo. No me gusta cómo me veo y me siento mal, pero lamentablemente no puedo hacer nada por los momentos, es lo que me tocó y tengo que vivir con esto hasta que pueda tratarme con medicación.

Entonces, cuando nos encontremos con alguien que hace rato no vemos, en vez de enfocarnos en lo negativo, podríamos decir por ejemplo:

"Oye que lindo está tu cabello, qué cartera tan linda, me encantan tus zapatos, hueles rico..."

Dios mío, hay tantas cosas buenas para decir y si no encuentras ninguna cosa buena para decirle, entonces no digas nada!. Así de simple. Aprendamos a cerrar la boca, a ser discretos y sobre todo, empáticos. Aprendamos a construir, no a destruir. No tratemos de sobresalir entre los demás, haciendo comentarios soeces, discriminatorios, o de cualquier índole negativa.

Es lo mismo que le está pasando a mi hijo en el colegio. Un niño nuevo, llamándole cabello de alambre, pelo malo, pelo de cotufa y qué se yo cuántos motes más, solo porque mi hijo tiene el cabello ensortijado. ¿Y? ¿Qué tiene cómo tenga su cabello? ¿Y acaso mi hijo no lo sabe? A mí siempre me han gustado sus rulos y hasta ahora a él no le importaba.

¿Se han dado cuenta que generalmente las personas criticonas están llenas de defectos visibles? Que se sienten bien haciendo sentir mal a los demás con comentarios supuestamente divertidos, burlándose o haciendo que los demás noten lo obvio y te miren como si fueras una rareza de circo, y que en el fondo, dichos comentarios están llenos de veneno?

Hay quienes, por otra parte lo hacen sin pensar, porque no tienen filtro y dicen lo primero que se les viene a la mente. Eso también está mal, porque no somos niños, somos adultos con criterio y capacidad de raciocinio.

No le tiren su basura emocional a otros. Seamos empáticos, amables y cuando nada de esto nos nazca, hagámonos a un lado, alejémonos antes de hacer sentir mal a alguien y mantengamos nuestra boca cerrada.

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"No flies can enter into a closed mouth"

Hello, I hope you are doing well. I'm here to leave you a little reflection.

Those who know me, know that I like to analyze different situations from many points of view and draw my own conclusions.

This time I want to reflect on the comments.

My mom always thought that if we had nothing good to say about someone, it was better to keep quiet. And I agree and have always thought that way.

Many people have to tell others how they see them. If they see them as thinner, they tell them so and even imply that they are sick. And if they see them as fat, they tell them that too.

My question is: Why, do you think that person doesn't have mirrors in their house, that they don't know how they look? And worse, that she doesn't feel comfortable with herself, that maybe she is fighting a battle against some disease?

So is it healthy to come to rub salt in the wound, as they say? What need do we have to criticize, to make firewood of the fallen tree? Why don't we close our mouths or bite our tongues before making comments that, besides being obvious to everyone, can hurt the receiver?

It happened to me last Saturday when I went to a meeting with friends I had not seen for a long time. One of them upon seeing me, the first thing he said was:

->"Hey Ali, you're chubby".

I mean, hello... "I know how I look," I replied. "I have mirrors in my house". Her comment hurt me, because I know I'm chubby, that I'm not the same skinny girl I was a few months ago, and all because I'm going through health problems that I don't have to tell everyone about. I don't like the way I look and I feel bad, but unfortunately I can't do anything at the moment, it's what I have to live with until I can treat myself with medication.

So, when we meet someone we haven't seen for a while, instead of focusing on the negative, we could say for example:

"Hey how nice your hair looks, what a cute purse, I love your shoes, you smell yummy...".

My goodness, there are so many nice things to say and if you can't find any nice things to say to her, then don't say anything!. It's as simple as that. Let's learn to keep our mouths shut, to be discreet and above all, empathetic. Let's learn to build, not destroy. Let's not try to stand out among the others, making rude, discriminatory or any other negative comments.

This is the same thing that is happening to my son at school. A new kid, calling him wire hair, bad hair, coffin hair and I don't know how many other nicknames, just because my son has kinky hair. So? What's wrong with his hair? And doesn't my son know that? I have always liked his curls and until now he didn't care.

Have you ever noticed that generally judgmental people are full of visible flaws? That they feel good about making others feel bad with supposedly funny comments, making fun or making others notice the obvious and look at you as if you were a circus freak, and that deep down, such comments are full of venom?

There are those who, on the other hand do it without thinking, because they have no filter and say the first thing that comes to mind. That is also wrong, because we are not children, we are adults with criteria and reasoning capacity.

Do not throw your emotional garbage to others. Let's be empathetic, kind and when none of this comes to us, let's step aside, walk away before making someone feel bad and keep our mouths shut.

This post is 100% original content, property of @purrix.

The images are my own, taken with the camera of my Xiaomi Redmi Note 8.

The frame for the photo collage was made with PhotoScape, a free editing program.

The paragraph separators and the banner were made with Canva, in its free version.

The Spanish/English translation was made with Deepl translator, in its free version.