Citando a Julian Katari del 10/04/2025, 3:46 pm

Real being

The perfect woman is a man invention, an ideal easily attainable by a woman. It is our capacity, freedom—and, in honor of ourselves—duty to be the highest, best, and most beautiful part of ourselves. It is the maximum projection of our capacity, which finds its ultimate expression in the fertile relationships between man and woman. Generationally traumatized, we have been programmed to stigmatize and lose sight of this ideal and this capacity, replacing it with negative stereotypes. By trying to distance ourselves from them, we also distance ourselves from our fullness, denying ourselves that beauty and perfection that can be achieved. We find originality by resigning ourselves to beauty and perfection and identifying with ugliness and imperfection. Thus, we reproduce the endless habits that make us precisely that: ugly, poorly made, incomplete, and dissatisfied. We pride ourselves on being able to endure it without giving up, instead of realizing that it's our own mind tricking us into believing that this is the spirit and reality. In reality, any day we can stop looking down, hiding, and feeling bad, and see how we can be even more beautiful.