As some of you know I've been having some...well, lets call them challenges in terms of censorship surrounding the film. The trailer for the film is not allowed to be seen in cinemas (with a rating M or less) and the film poster cannot be promoted on some social media sites as it is showing too much "flesh". *sigh*
It is very hard to get the word out about the film when it is being blocked on various platforms, I'm incredibly frustrated.
On a personal note I didn't spend two years of my life making this film and sacrificing more than anyone will ever know for it NOT to be seen. And most importantly, this film is a conversation starter, it needs to be seen by women, men and children far and wide.
So, I need your help! Please can you get behind this movement (again!) and simply SHARE the trailer and/or tag some friends below that you would like to go see the film with.
It's really that simple. If just half of you clicked share then literally tens of thousands of people will see the trailer and that will mean people will know about Embrace. This film is so important, it has the ability to change lives and for those of you who have seen Embrace you will know how deeply and genuinely passionate I am about changing the world and helping those who are suffering with body shame and dissatisfaction.
So people power is what I am looking for, I hope you can simply Share and let people (at the very least) see the film trailer!
This morning I woke up and went for a run through Sydney CBD. Whilst running I saw a number of homeless people sleeping all over the city. After my jog I decided to go to the supermarket, stock up and have some breakfast with these people. They were people just like you and me, with there own stories. Yes, delivering some breakfast was appreciate but it was the time I took to have a chat that they seemed most grateful for. Thanks Ben & Lizzie for sharing your stories with me. Giving is a powerful thing and I hope this little post inspires others to do something for someone. @theresilienceproject #Gratitude
1/3 of our aged Aussie pensioners are living below the poverty line. 1.9 million working visa's here in the country, 600,000 Aussies between 17-25 unemployed. Nearly 2 billion worth of aged care cuts over the next year. OMG!!! Look After our Own backyard first. Halve the Foreign Aid budget and working visas immediately!!!!
A hidden camera in an Adelaide nursing home has captured footage of a staff member appearing to attempt to suffocate an 89-year-old man. It has prompted calls to legalise the installation of cameras in the private rooms of aged care facilities. More tonight on 7.30.
With the sad and dramatic news of the day, here’s a story that might just restore your faith in humanity. When the owner of Bella, the chocolate Labrador was given heartbreaking news about her health, he did something truly amazing. He packed up his life and took her on the ultimate adventure. And the outcome has been inspiring…
At 9 years old, Bella the Labrador should have had many happy years ahead. But when she was diagnosed with advanced cancer in her left front leg, everyone around her was devastated. Amputation of her leg was the only option and she was given just 9 months to live. But right then, owner Rob Kugler made a decision. He was going to make the most of every moment she had left. So, after putting his own studies on hold, he’s taken off on the most incredible dog lovers adventure; determined to tick as many items off Bella’s bucket list as possible.
Their road trip has seen them drive, swim, sleep, eat and explore over 3000km of countryside. But most amazingly of all, it’s now been 14 months since Bella’s diagnosis and as you can see by these photo’s, she’s showing no sign of slowing down. Proving that in the end, love can conquer all...
After work I went to the store to pick up a few things.
While checking out, the cashier, looked at my name tag and said, "So what do you do there?"
I replied, "I'm a nurse."
She continued, "I'm surprised they let you work there like that. What do your patients think about your hair?"
She then proceeded to ask the elderly lady that was in line behind me, "What do you think about her hair?"
The kind older lady said, "Nothing against you honey, it's just not for me."
Then the cashier continued to comment that they didn't allow that sort of thing even when she worked fast food and that she was shocked that a nursing facility would allow that.
Well, here's my thoughts. I can't recall a time that my hair color has prevented me from providing life saving treatment to one of my patients. My tattoos have never kept them from holding my hand and as they lay frightened and crying because Alzheimer's has stolen their mind. My multiple ear piercings have never interfered with me hearing them reminisce about their better days or listening to them as they express their last wishes. My tongue piercing has never kept me from speaking words of encouragement to a newly diagnosed patient or from comforting a family that is grieving.
So, please explain to me how my appearance, while being paired with my cheerful disposition, servant's heart, and smiling face, has made me unfit to provide nursing care and unable to do my job!
Last week I met a women at school pick up, I had seen her around but never spoken to her. We were both early and had littlies playing in the playground, I introduced myself.
She burst into tears.
Lets called her Alex. Alex isn't from here. Originally she's from interstate and some days she just doesn't have anyone to talk to.
She was upset because her husband is being a knob. They haven't been getting on and now he's given her the silent treatment for a whole week.
Doors are being slammed, passing his keys to her he snatches them, couches are being slept on. The usual.
I know how that feels, god I know. In a shittier time I have gone weeks without hearing a word from Bill, I’ll never forget the feeling of sitting on my bed, pregnant with twins, weighed down by the 2 kids pulling at me, while he got all dressed up to go somewhere and didn't even tell me where he was going, disregarding me like a piece of shit. The silent treatment is a really shitty form of control.
Of course there are 2 sides to every story, somedays Im a monster to live with and no doubt Alex can be to, but her husband isn't the one who cried in my arms last week, so his story isn't mine to know.
What is Alex supposed to do? She told me she wants to leave, she said she has nowhere to go and would feel silly going to a womens refuge because her husband is giving her the silent treatment.
She told him to leave, he said no, he said “its my house, you leave” Alex cant afford a hotel and she has no family here.
Its horrible when the bread winner does this. Alex worked before she had kids, she had a supportive family before she moved to Perth for his family. The sacrifices you make for your children should ever be used to control you, but they always seem to be.
When you have a child you can fuck the word “mine” out the window. Everything is ours. Everything.
So of course I told Alex that her and her children are staying at my house. Sometimes the only way to solve a problems is a sleepover.
Alex told me she would never burden me like that, I said “Burden? Im not cooking or cleaning for you!! Lets get Indian take away and let the kids stay up all night watching movies, it will be fun.”
My friends taught me this kind of kindness. When my life was falling apart, they all made room for me.
I only have a 3 bedroom house and 6 of us live there. But there is always space.
Women need to make room for women in their homes, its a necessity.
Alex never ended up having a sleepover with me, she went home, packed her bags and told her husband that she's not putting up with his silent treatment anymore, having an option gave her strength. This apparently snapped him out of his silent state and they both broke down the barriers that were preventing a breakthrough with the argument.
She called me, sounded like that grey cloud of anxiousness had left her and even though I had been looking forward to the look on Bills face when he came home to yet another women and children commune I was happy for her.
Of course their problems are deep and I don't claim to know how to fix them. What I can do is give her an option, a place to feel welcome, because nobody deserves to feel stuck between a rock and the silent treatment.