Healthy lifestyle requires healthy choices

the 3 week diet logo

Often enough we do not see it happening because we always thinking that body gain is something we can control until one day you’re standing on top of your scale worried sick about your health.

Healthy body weight is not looking like a model, but being able to do the physical things your body was intended to do.

Click below for the transformation your health is yearning for.

The 3Week DietThe 3Week DietThe 3Week DietThe 3Week DietThe 3Week Diet

Advertisements

I Danced 

Last night I danced. I haven’t danced in a long time and that made me forget how amazing of a dancer I am. I slay on the dance floor and it heals me, it revitalises me. It allows me to say hello to my soul, it connects me to a higher energy, i feel the universe when I move. 

Last night I shined bright like the diamond I am. The diamond you are. Last night I gave thanks to my talent. I gave gratitude to the universe, to life.

Dance is the reason I have a dream, a passion, the reason why I love music, the reason why words are so important to me. My euphoria. The thing I know will never let me down, my “Kanye” mode.

Last night I gave thanks to Lebo Mathosa’s existence. For the beauty she shared with us, for allowing me to allow myself to be inspired and motivated by such a soul. Last night I was untouchable because I believed in my abilities, I remembered who I am. 

Last night dance allowed me to live. I danced because I am life.

– MsPuliz 

Love Reconstruction 

It’s always hard to let go of something, especially matters of the heart. The journey to realising that something is bad for you no matter how much you want it is absolutely, strikingly painful. 

You feel like you’re falling apart and you have no control over it. It feels like your very existence is being threatened. Loving can hurt beyond justification, beyond comprehension to a point where you don’t see your future options.

And as much as it is easy to say “don’t have expectation and just love”, being loved by someone you love is pure euphoria. As much as you can be happy single because you understand that happiness should be a choice you make to yourself alone, nothing compares to being loved by the right person.

Love is beautiful but when it hurts, it rips your very joy for other things. You loose a sense of interest, your sense of individuality…and you stay there longer than necessary because your heart needs that healing period, reconstruction.

– MsPuliz 

My Own Skin

My own skin… I take beautiful pictures of myself.

I stare down at them and select which I want to show the world.

I pick 2 or 3 and compare them against each other,

Till I find one that I believe most beautiful side of myself.

Take it social media and further compare it to the filters and pick one that I believe enhances the looks more and make it more beautiful.
Last night I was posting a picture  of myself again and again went  through all these steps.

As I got to the last step I remembered something.

That I am beautiful just as I am.

I remembered I’ve always loved my skin without the filters.

I remembered that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I remembered that my skin is golden.

– MsPuliz aka Puliz

-Black Child-

The Only Body I Have video

-Black Child-

It’s  not even about racism anymore.

No black child, it’s about self-hate.

It isn’t about the oppression or apartheid.

No black child, you were brainwashed way before freedom was ever sold as an idea to you.

It isn’t about the education you received from the history book about a fair skinned man.                                                 No black child, no one wrote about your inventions.

Who’s gonna tell your stories when the rich pigments have been manufactured to non existence?

When the texture of your hair is a myth told in comedies.

Who’s gonna teach your kids to love and embrace and be proud of their heritage?   When you do not wanna carry the genetics in your blood anymore.

Why is it cool to you to NOT be “black”?   Why is it cool to NOT be loud anymore and sing like our mothers used to?

Why are you so afraid to be different?

Why are you so ashamed to be black?

You’ve come so far and your existence is still so potent but you are so set of going extinct.

What is it that you hate about yourself so much?

Can’t you see they’re using you against yourself.

You are fighting with the mirror because you believe that’s your enemy.

Our forefathers did not fight so we could forget them.

So that we could bury ourselves with them. Why are you so afraid to make noise and be black…proudly?

They push you…..push back, you have the same strength, don’t let them convince you you’re nothing without them.

Do not shatter the mirror, shatter the thoughts of inadequacy.

You matter – you are part of the human race.

You are human, do not allow them to treat you any less.

Do not accept extinction.

– MsPuliz aka Puliz

#TheOnlyBodyIHave #BlackChild

#TheOnlyBodyIHave video

The Only Body I Have campaign

The Only Body I Have campaign video addressing some of the issues young girls grow up hearing from their elders that hinder their self-esteems.

We would love to hear more confession stories like this one. Feel free to make a video and hashtag it ‪#‎TheOnlyBodyIHave‬. Speak up against oppression of any kind that hinders self-expression.

Produced by Ziphozakhe Hlobo, curated by Pulane MsPuliz Moleko, created by Lwando Nteya

Supported by Inkwenkwezi company

She Is My Mother!

He wanted me to apologise, so I hit back. This man who’d been physically abusing MY MOTHER my whole life wanted ME to apologise for standing up for my mother. “Not this human, I was born to put a stop to you.”

This time around he’d reached a pit stop, I told myself, as I slowly matched the strength his fists were thrust with. Calling me a devil for the power he never imagined his own spawn might have, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree…does it dad”. This little girl with tears angrily, freely, bravely and finally without fear, falling like a waterfall cleansing years of toxic memories. It was his turn to feel the very fear he wanted to mount upon me and those that I loved.

“She is my mother. What you are is of irrelevance against who she is to me.”

“Dad messing with my childhood was enough as it is. I cannot get back those nights crying in my room as you beat her to a pulp wanting to take her salary. Being a dead-beat-father was your choice. But hell will freeze over first before you put another finger on her on my watch.”

– MsPuliz aka Puliz