For Giving Eve

Forgive Eve and eat the apple. I promise, you’ll feel so much better. Does everyone deserve forgiveness except this so-called cause of all hell on earth? does every woman, man and child have to continue to pay for this so-called crime against humanity? isn’t it time to get over it. find some woman you love, crawl up between her legs and forgive. she just may forgive you back. and I just felt the earth, herself exhale. she’s been waiting for a long time. i see trees and lambs and missing girls and boys all over the world being freed. as he, and she forgives Eve in unity. Forgive Eve and eat the damn apple, then crawl up under some full belly and juicy bosom and weep. I promise, you’ll feel better. And she just may forgive you back and hand you the manhood you’ve been seeking. (c)2014 Safiar Taliaferro


Already Bikini Ready


Already Bikini Ready

I have no memory of being born in a bikini. I have no memory of laying in the maternity ward at Booth Memorial, freshly waxed, manicured, in a swimsuit, ready for a selfie. I don’t remember anyone exclaiming, “You need to hit the gym!” upon delivery from my mother’s womb. I do remember feeling most free while butt naked, giggling and happy. I remember being at home by the sea, in sand. Island girl. Hashtag.

Until one day, someone said,

Close your legs

Don’t be fast

Cover up

Put on a robe

Tone down that dance

Dim your light

Be quiet

Don’t say that, don’t do that, don’t wear that

You will attract too much attention, so don’t.

Don’t stand, sit, walk, look like that.

And DEFINITELY DO NOT feel that way.

As if my skin is too brown

My smile too bright

My long legs, less than phenomenal

My waist too small

My thoughts, words and opinions ALL wrong.

And my privacy, isn’t as private as I was taught, since everyone is obsessed with what it’s doing and who it’s not

Eye internalize that I must be wrong. I’m not as perfect as they said.

So much for ten fingers and ten toes, born breathing

Send her back!

She’s orgasmic and blissful. She makes us feel uncomfortable. We need shot guns, an arsenal to hold them back!

Now, how can any ten year old girl focus in class holding all of that?

The fears of the anti-matriarch burdening her back

What else can she do but rebel?

Demand to be free!

What else can she do but agree and subconsciously layer by layer,

Cell by cell tear apart her body?

Destroy the unloved…

She grows up believing she is flawed and broken.

Then once a year a light shines. A door opens. The campaign begins and she can “Get Bikini Ready”

Strut for all to see.

Shamelessly

Finally free to BE!

Even though there is no pool or beach near her or her, she too, can live the fantasy. She too can contort her mind, body, dreams, finances, heart, soul and schedule into a frenzied race, for the opportunity to be as close to naked, happy and free as possible. Only now, to be accepted, to be embraced as if she was still Momma’s Baby and Daddy’s  Little Girl, worthy of endless hugs, kisses and smiles over all she did, receiving love and acceptance from all who peeped into her crib… now, she must be a million different versions of perfect. She has to “get right” in 90 Days…21 Days…no, 2 weeks to be allowed the privilege to shine, to beautifully adorn herself, to be adored and to commune with the very essence that created Her.

If she fails, even a little bit, she may eat, drink, smoke, mope and sex herself into not caring… until next get bikini ready season


Eat the Holidays Away…

Eat the holidays away and start anew on January 1, 2014.

Once again, it’s the holidays. Thanks Giving has passed and now we are on our way to Christmas. On the radio, on facebook, on t.v., all I hear is EATEATEAT IT’S CHRISTMAS!!! Around this time of year, the posts and status updates start rolling in on diets, the “I feel fat” posts, the I’m gonna eateateat then go to the gym and start a diet January 1. People are stressed and anxious and the body gets the whipping.

One of the main reasons I avoid the the holidays and even the family holiday gatherings is because of the accepted and encouraged over consumption of food. All that food. All that eating. The watching of other people eat and eat and eat. The pressure to eat and eat and eat. It’s like the scene from Spirited Away when the parents smell the food and go sit down to eat and they eat until they literally turn into pigs. In no way are pigs disgusting or disordered because they eat what humans or humming birds may consider to be a lot. A skinnny pig, like a skinny cow would most likely be put to death or turned into lunch meat. Or a nugget of some sort. But a human that eats past the point of satiety and well into the pain and discomfort of her own body in the name of Giving, Family, Celebration and the Holiday Spirit is dis*connected from her self, her body and her own spirit. And where’s the love in that? I grew up being an anxious overeater and have dealt with disordered eating issues most of my life. That changed a few years ago and I re*learned to eat as if I was a baby or a child. Hungry. Eat. Full or Satiated. Stop Eating. Although it’s simple, it’s not easy to do at first.

Holiday Eating Tip:

Be connected. Eat what you want.

Listen to your body.

And the moment you hear her say “I’ve had enough”, stop eating.

Wrap the rest up and take it home.

taweret

If you, dear love have an eating problem, an eating disorder, or a dieting problem and you are ready to heal, please email me.

Have a piece of peace, Safiar


A Bummed Out Poem

I’m tired of trying to be healthy

Tired of being raw

Tired of trying to fix myself

Rather just be flawed and greasy and full of parasites

I’m a host

I love my worms

I’m a sugar fiend’n neurotransmitting coconut shrimp eating whore

I love this about me

I’m tired of fasting detoxing and cleansing

Tired of blending vita-mixing food processing and dehydrating

Tired of reading

Information seeking

Internet coasting

Frequent boo-boo dumping

Tired of organic. Tired of pure. Tired of the new best one of a kind cure

Tired of chakra’s Ida’s and Pingala’s

Health food stores doctors and herb jars

noni, acai, goji and aloe vera

water. Tired of all this water

This is my healing water. This is my healing water.

Thank you Mantak Chia

Tired of yoga, running and incense

Tired of symbols and languages that don’t make sense

I speak English and that is fine with me

Freaked Out

Insecure

Neurotic

Emotional

The secret is, I am a connoisseur of my neurosis

Thank you Reverend Mike

and I use to live on Beckwith St.

Eating melted cheese between grilled bread use to be so good to me

Now it is profane

and so is pizza, catfish and kool-aid

That darn discovery channel

Catfish and their menses

Turning men into Beeoches

But I loved my girl dog Khadija

But like all things vegetarian, I grew tired of her too.

I may have eaten her in my mystery meat China buffet fast food.

So you see,

I’ve failed at being healthy.

I’m ready to just Be.

Safiar Taliaferro (c) 2010

Originally written 3.15.09 in the playhouse on Euclid while waiting to see the one woman stage play Zora.


For Giving Eve

For Giving Eve: Back 2 Basics I

 

I’ve learned how to consume supplement after supplement

Tablet capsule & powder

Herb root mineral vitamin amino acid

Bottles on bottles on bulk

Dried refined tinctured & tea

A health food shop factory inside of me

I can juice. Oh wow can I juice

Running pounds on pounds

Racks on racks through that machine

Feeling at lost with what to do with the fibrous waste

No garden compost for apartment city living.

One cup of live juice for me

20 minutes to clean

I can blend

The amazing joys of a high powered blender

Just throw it in and go

I have all my enzymatic power

Fiber seeds and all

I can cut & scoop an aloe

Rub it all over my face

Lips so bitter into my smoothie a winner

Healing my intestines so they say

I can almond milk quinoa sea salt and sea weed

I can nut butter vegetable soup organic apple and vegan muffin

I can tea tea tea tea tea myself for days

I can even fast and bliss myself up Stone Mountain in a heat wave

I can enema I can enema

On a towel in my tub and hit the toilet just in time

I can maple syrup cayenne pepper and lemon juice out of my mind

And after all the water in all the gallons and all the jugs I’ve reused and renewed

I am now learning how to eat whole fresh ripe raw & organic greens & fruits


The American Fat Girl Gets A Name Change

Goddess Evening. I’ve decided to change the name of my blog. I think this self-love thing is starting to rub off on me. Feeling like having some good gushy sweet and juicy sweetness right now.

Sweetness in my life, in my relationships, in my foods.

And not the processed manufactured plastic coated fake smile taste of sweet.

But the authentic deep down in the crevices, between the black seeds of dragon fruit sweet.

The sweet we breathe in when embracing an old friend lover. The sweet of babies being born.

The sweet of laughing after a good scream & cry. The sweet of listening to your wombn intuition.

The sweet of men and women truly loving and supporting each other.

The sweetness of real sugar touches dripping down my belly inside & out.

Whole fresh ripe raw & organic sugar. The juicy kind of peach mango sugar that drips down your cheek and the kind subtle in it’s sweetness that still leaves the belly satiated. The sweetness of poise.

The sugar sweet kisses that makes me feel not so american fat girl anymore, but more belly beads & hip scarfs, sacred circles & bare breasted sunshine.

The sugar body scrub sweet. The fresh banana peel mask on my face, ripe papaya on my pimples and on my lips sweet.

The sugar smacks on my big honey booty.

The sugary green lights &  juicy sweet red strawberry lights up & down each sugar powdered road.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m feeling really sweet right now. Gimme some sugah!

– Safiar 🙂