DeltaWomen Magazine

August 2012

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Editor’s Note

The first time I talked to a shrink I realized I wasn’t ME, I was my IMAGE.

The first time I read a book on physics and parallel universes I realized I wasn’t my IMAGE, I was an IMAGE in this UNIVERSE.

The first time I talked to a kid I realized I wasn’t in this UNIVERSE, I was in a different WORLD.

I never talked to myself but if I ever do, I am sure I won’t be talking to my IMAGE, I will be talking to my SOUL.

This issue contains stories, poems, photos and articles on Image and they come straight from DeltaWomen souls. If you like our Image, then you are in love with our souls.

Elaheh Zohrevandi

Thin or Thick? Does it really matter?by Paola Brigneti

Lately I have felt quite bothered by images posted by people depicting a fuller-bodied woman right next to a very skinny woman. The caption in this photo read “This is beautiful… this is not,” referring to the thicker woman in comparison to the skinny one.

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There are several reasons why this type of photograph upsets me, but the most important one is that it sends the wrong message to women regarding their body images. Yes, I think this photograph is as bad as the ones that tell women they should be skinny. Why? Because, the end result of both photos is telling women how they should look and what society expects them to look like if they want to “feel” beautiful.

Another reason, and a more personal one, why this upsets me, is that I am a skinny woman, have always been one, and will probably always be one. Do I diet? No. Am I healthy? Absolutely. However, I still get some disapproving looks from certain people, and I am the target of comments like “it’s okay to just eat what you want,” or “being skinny is not that healthy either.”

What compels people to preach to me about healthy weight? I mean, I don’t go around telling full-bodied people about the health risks that result from being overweight or obese. I don’t do it because I don’t know what the story is behind their body.

There are so many reasons why a person might be very thin or not thin at all, and we have no way of knowing what those reasons are, unless we ask them about it before we dump endless assumptions and judgments onto them.

Sometimes, unsolicited advise can be hurtful and harmful.

Yes, it is true that our society has adopted a new trend in which thinness is seen as the ideal for beauty. As it happened a few decades ago, when the beauty standard for women resembled a fuller-bodied Marilyn Monroe, nowadays women are still being told how to look and what to do in order to be beautiful.

Is one trend better than the other?

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Do so-called beauty magazines ever tell women to read more? Or do they ever advise them to obtain higher education?

Is beauty just a matter of appearances? If so, what happens when we get old and our good looks are gone? Do we become ugly then?

I might not have the answer to any of these questions, but I do know that it is about time for women to stop looking at magazines and media campaigns for guidance on how to be beautiful, and to start spending more time cultivating other areas of their personalities. As much as we would like to see a change in the way women are targeted by marketing campaigns, change needs to start somewhere else, in places like the household or schools.

Most importantly, as women, we need to stop judging ourselves so harshly. We must also stop projecting our own insecurities onto other people, making them feel bad about themselves. Women are such ruthless critics of each other. Sometimes, it feels like we are our own worst enemies.

In fact, the first time I became aware of my weight was when another girl, back in the 7th grade, told me I had gained

weight. I don’t think she was trying to be mean, I just think she didn’t know any better. Now that I look back and think about it, she had probably been force-fed those ridiculous ideals of beauty in her own home. It is no surprise that she became bulimic later in her life.

At age 14, her words were hurtful and they shook my foundation a bit. Fortunately, I had good friends, great siblings and fabulous parents who didn’t let me go down the slippery slope of weight and self-image. I am thankful for that.

Believe me, I’m not saying I don’t struggle with the same insecurities most women struggle with, because I do. I have learned, however, how to deal with them in a healthy way. I truly believe I am beautiful. Not because I’m thin or because my hair is a certain color or length, or because of the clothes I wear. I am beautiful because I try to be a better person everyday, because I try to follow my dreams, and because I try to be nice to others and to my planet.

In my world and under my rules, that’s how beauty should be measured: by a person’s actions, and not by her or his looks.

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Normaby Denise Falcone

One day while staring at the computer screen in my old slippers and baggy flannel pajama pants, I decided to take a job. I had always loved fashion so I applied for a part-time position in a local upscale boutique.

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“What a great coat!” said the owner’s assistant Lynda as she escorted me to a room in the back called the salon - accent on the a, saalon, while elaborating on the idea that anyone with the chutzpah to wear a hot pink coat to a job interview would definitely fit in here.

I took a seat on the edge of a leopard print settee. A woman in head-to-toe black prowled in racking her brain to recall where she had left her cigarettes. She left in a state and then a rhinestone-collared dachshund jogged in to nestle into the shag carpeting to nibble in bliss some straight pins scattered about the floor.

“How do you feel about rich women who want what they want when they want it?” asked the owner Donna.

“Well,” I said, “I suppose we have to give it to them, right?”

“Good,” she said. “See you on Monday.”

As I got up to leave, I heard her yell “Stop!” and I almost sat down again before realizing she was talking to the dog, as she continued, “eating pins, Sylvia!”

It didn’t take long for me to catch on to how these frocks I was hawking were more than just something to wear. For those who could afford them, these clothes possessed the power of priests and magicians, to change lives, elevate one’s social status, and summon the allure.

It also came to my attention that Donna lacked a certain command.

“Lynda!” she would cry. “I need two Tyrenol!”

Everyone thought it was hilarious but no one would dare correct her pronunciation of the word for Tylenol, called for on a daily basis.

I was in the dressing room helping Mrs. Gershund out of a Japanese designer’s dress that she somehow got herself all tangled up in when I heard Donna’s voice on the selling floor.

“Where’s Norma? Get Norma to hang some of these clothes up!”

Chewing what was probably the rest of her lunch, Donna’s new maid shuffled in at last.

I thought about how it must have felt to miss the joy and comfort of her two young children, having left them behind in Ecuador with her mother, while she worked as a maid in a country where she didn’t speak the language, for rich people in this town no less, whose only pursuit in life was to flaunt it.

One morning she called the shop to tell us about the water pouring out of Donna’s washing machine. One of my co-workers and I drove over.

“Norma!” I hollered as I held up the frayed end of the hose like a dead snake.

“It’s broken! It’s not your fault. The hose is broken!”

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We helped mop up before driving back to the store with her in the back seat drenched in desperation.

On one slow afternoon, a well-known moneyed heiress paraded in with her two eager fresh-faced daughters. Donna quickly convoyed them into the saaaaalon.

While Lynda went through the motions of treating them like royalty, Donna’s new maid Susanna entered to serve coffee in tiny china cups.

Donna took a satisfying sip from hers and said, “Isn’t she wonderful? She’s from Guacamala.”

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Aref, The Sand Artistby Elaheh Zohrevandi

Weekends in Sari Beach is not the same since two years ago when Aref decided to touch the sands of the beach and turn them into golden art.I first noticed his work this summer when I had taken my friend's sons to the beach for a swim. It was shock at first sight; I was stunned by what was in front of me. Gesamstkunswerk: Total Work of Art!

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I'm never good at making conversations so I asked my photographer friend to talk to him. He didn't get distracted from work and answered her questions while finishing up his sand sculpture. I never listened to their conversation, I was amazed by his moves with the tools and sand. It took no more than a couple of hours until his masterpiece started to look real.

I was shocked when he didn't say no when I asked him for an interview appointment. I was more shocked when he told me that his work has never been of interest for anyone in Iran. Maybe that is what happens to most artists here.

DW: Could you please introduce yourself in a few words?

Aref: I am Aref Roudbari Shahmiri. I was born in August of 1988, in a middle-class family in Sari which is a city in north of Iran. I have a Bachelor of Arts from the national university of Iran.

DW: Please tell us something about your growing up years and how and when you got attracted to this magnificent art?

Aref: I had a special interest in painting and sketching as a child. It was difficult for me and my family to pay for painting tools and although my parents tried their best to never make me feel like I couldn't get the things I needed, I kept on painting without fancy stuff. I never had a teacher or an instructor but I didn't give up on drawing and painting.

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As an Artist, It is a very common thing to feel incomplete. I was always looking for something that I didn't have. Something was always missing and I didn't know it yet. It is a very strange thing, the story of how accidentally I found Sand Sculpturing.

DW: DeltaWomen readers love strange stories. How did you find sand art? How did you learn?

Aref: Two years ago, my sister had a job in a cyber cafe in town. She knew I loved sketching and she would always find me some samples and painting ideas on the internet. But this time, the subjects she was showing me where sculptures. Looking at those printed images made me a totally different person. It was like I had found my life's path. I had found the missing piece of me. I started to collect pictures of sculptures. They were like my dreams.

I had to start with the less expensive way to make sculptures and that's when I chose sand at the beach.

DW: What’s your strategy in getting your artwork recognized?

Aref: Well, I started with very simple things and when I look back at those years, I see the distance that time has caused in my work. I try to continue without an instructor. I come up with my own ideas and make my own piece of imagination. If you want your work to be recognized by people, you have to make brand new things. I don't like to cover other works. That i not satisfying.

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DW: Your artworks disappear. And then? What remains of them?

Aref: I have to say, even the works I spend days working on, leave me only photographs and videos. Although these artworks have short life spans, people around me shorten their lives shorter than they are. And that is a shame for the art community.

DW: What is Aref's dream?

Aref: I don't want to live an ordinary life. People come to this world, they grow up, get married and difficulties make their lives so complicated that they never feel how fast they are losing things. Death comes and people forget them.

An ordinary life is suffocating. And when one leaves this world and leaves a trace, it's priceless. My dream is to reach a place where I can be as good as Michelangelo and Alberto Jakometi.

DW: In a very young age you already have left your footprints on the Sand and we are sure many more will follow your path. Would you like to say a few words to DeltaWomen readers?

Aref: Any dream is reachable. It may be difficult but it is possible.

- Happy Birthday Aref. Welcome to DeltaWomen.

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Aref Roudbari Shahmiri, Iranian Sand Artist

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Aref Roudbari Shahmiri, Iranian Sand Artist

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Aref Roudbari Shahmiri, Iranian Sand Artist

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Aref Roudbari Shahmiri, Iranian Sand Artist

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Aref Roudbari Shahmiri, Iranian Sand Artist

Photos by Effat Allahyari

FACESby Marie Keith S. Epe

Face One:

She was sleeping. Suddenly, she felt a corrosive liquid poured on her face and body. Her face and chest wrinkled and melted. She survived with major disabilities. Years after the attack, she committed suicide. Her name is Fakhra Younus, 33.

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Photo by Effat Allahyari

Face Two:

She woke up feeling like her face and body were burning. A caustic substance was poured on her face and body by three men while she was sleeping. It burnt her skin, leaving her almost blind and partially deaf. This year, she pleads for justice, at the same time, she pleads to die. Her name is Sonali Mukherjee, 27.

Acid violence is another notorious form of gender-based violence. In some countries it is used as a form of punishment. It is a consolation for a man, when a woman allegedly dishonors his name. It is used as a threat when women start to form an assembly in the middle of the desert. It aims to destroy and ruin dreams or break hearts and souls. It has purely pathologic motivations. Revenge and punishment do not justify any gruesome act. There is no positive word associated with revenge or punishment and it sets any target’s life aflame, which leaves haunting marks. And there is nothing honorable with such acts!

Victims of acid violence as well as their relatives cry for justice. They had to push themselves daily to face the physical, emotional and mental agonies of this horrendous offense. Everyday, they suffer from financial losses, intimidations by force and grave threats. Their lives become paralyzed. Perhaps, this is the sole purpose of this unforgivable crime, to make victims invalid for the rest of their lives. Their faces were erased but the memories of these unforeseen incidents

remain vivid in their minds, should they choose to continue living.

People will readily complain on identity thefts on the internet, how much more when someone else steals another person’s rightful ownership of his or her identity through acid violence? No cosmetics can be used as an alternative to a lost identity.

Remembering these two women’s disfigured faces tells a story of bold and rampant gender-based violence and injustice. Most women prefer not to report such tragedy which encouraged offenders to perpetually repeat the assaults. However, these two women refused mediocrity. They do not want to be forgotten. They want justice inasmuch as their families desperately reach out to authorities for help!

Their faces may have melted, but their pristine images remain in the hearts and minds of people who truly love them. And their faces and stories must never be forgotten by millions of men and women who want a safer world to live in.

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The Big Deal That Is, Or Isn’tby Gloria Adero

Some call it a trend; others claim it as a lifestyle while a certain number declare it to be a revolution. Add to this those who do not understand what the fuss is all about and you get quite a lot of web content. No, it is not the end of a war or anything significantly close in magnitude. It is about hair.

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Photo by Eleanor Bennett

Yes, hair. To be precise, black women’s hair. It is possible that people from other races could be puzzled about this; but when you consider the billions of dollars that black women have spent over the decades to make their hair look like everything except what it originally looks like growing out of their scalps, then you will realize the importance of this topic.

In the past five years, there has been an increase in the number of black women who have decided to stop chemically altering the structure of their hair and leaving it in its natural curly state. This is where the term ‘going natural’ originates. Every individual who has chosen to go down this road has had their reasons. However, one of the most common reasons is that they want to live their lives as they are in terms of physical appearance. A majority of women from other races do this without question. Why is it considered newsworthy that some black women are doing it now? Without a doubt, it is a question of self-affirmation. Browsing through

magazine covers, an alien from space would wrongly assume that black women are born with glossy bone straight hair with just the right amount of highlights, and just the right amount of waves. This image has been beamed around the world and has far reaching consequences that range from young girls running around with scarves and sweaters covering their heads as they pretend that it is the long flowing hair that they do not possess; to women whose heads ooze with pus as their unknowledgeable hairdresser left the hair straightening chemical too long and now they are seriously injured in the name of beauty. Moreover, it is widely known that black women are at risk to suffer from certain diseases due to lack of exercise caused by the fact that they do not want to ruin the hairstyle that they paid copious amounts of money to create.

All these are reasons why these changes are taking place. Many of us want to move beyond them. It is nothing special expect taking control of our image, and that is what makes it

extremely special. Many now realize the advantages of the versatility our hair has and we are not afraid to show it. This change in our attitude has led to significant media attention leading to a buzz that leaves many wondering what the big deal is. The deal is to be free. Free to be judged about your contribution to society as opposed to the frizz in your hair; free to have daughters who look at their mothers and want to look like them without altering a thing; and free to do what you want with your hair, including straightening your curls out if you choose to. All that matters is that it is our choice and we make it when or if we are ready to do so.

Let it be made clear that not all these freedoms have been achieved. It takes time for friends, family, and even oneself to get used to change of any sort. But we should embrace anyone who tries to improve themselves and take control of their lives whether one finds it relevant or not, modern or not, cute or not, common or not.

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Edenby Valerie Z Lewis

Take me back to Eden.I'll eat the whole damn tree.I will eat the snake.I will eat the man.And when god finds me,I'll be spread out on the grass:Naked. Unashamed.Fat.Hungry.

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Photo by Eleanor Bennett

Photography

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Photos by Effat Allahyari

Art &

Photography

Fantasyby Mina Satari

Evolutionby Effat Allahyari

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

Photos by Eleanor Bennett

All these photos show women in different parts of the world. Some of the women displayed in these images are from the highlands of Peru; others are from island towns in Tanzania. I didn’t get to talk to all of them because of different reasons. Sometimes it was the distance imposed by language barriers, and other times it was the physical distance between us. To me, however, there was one thing all these women shared in common: a driving force to continue to push through. All these images show women in isolated moments in time; they show their uniqueness and, I believe, they capture the beauty of their actions and their movements.

Passing By, Crossing Pathsby Paula Brigneti

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A Girl Reflects Upon The Image of a Womanby Mohammed R. Monifi

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Photo by Ahmed A. Masad

At the end of the day, extinguished the sun will be,

By the winds of the shore, by the water of the sea.

The lights draw her long curtains far away.

The darkness will pervade, announce his day.

Surrounded by the pinetrees, sits the mother,

With her happy children, they all together.

The silky sunrays of the sunset brush her face:

Her eyes gleaming, in a state of grace.

The winds sigh, she sighs, lifting her head.

" My children, tell you the Word I should"

"Quickly, mother, tell me, I am curious,

I cannot wait, I will be soon furious."

" In the museum, full of voices, full of pictures,

There are many statues, and many structures.

There is a painting, has no seer.

But a little girl getting near.

The colors are not that beautiful so much.

But the images in the picture, the heart touch.

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There is a blue sea, placid and calm water,

captivating senses, the girl the spell under.

And a boat across the sea rowed by a man.

She can't see his face, but of a child ,of a woman."

"What a lovely family!" said her daughter.

"Enjoying their time together on the water".

"Daughter, if you there, you won't stand

Before that image, to see the same: sea and land.

Listen to what I tell, listen carefully.

She stunned, running to her mother quickly.

"Mother, mother," said the girl, "come and see,"

"What's happening with the woman on the sea."

"Doesn't this woman have hands to row?

To hold the oars that she must know.

If I were her, I would succeed.

To hold the oars, not let the man to lead."

What a strong woman! She is a true Eve.

Eve knows that she not only to weave.

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Prettyby Marie Keith S. Epe

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PRETTY - Nicole ScherzingerWhen I was your woman

And you was my man You used to say the sweetest things to me

But you was always good at that You used to tell me I was pretty

The best that you ever had And there was nothing more important to you

Than being with the perfect ten

So my, my nails were done I had my hair on point

Got my, my body tight the way you like it boy

Yes I played the part Then you broke my heart

As if I mean nothing to you Can't believe how you made me feel pretty

Pretty upset

Pretty brokenI feel so pretty

Pretty messed up Pretty much done

Now without your so called pretty All in all it pretty messed up

I don't wanna be pretty no more

When I was your woman And you was my manI tried to share my world with you But you just did not give a damn

You just tell me I was pretty As if that's all that I am

It's like you never even knew me Or tried to get to know me

Was just an accessory Oh can't believe

How you made me feel pretty

If I had to do it All over again

I just swear it’s gonna be different ‘Cause you made me question

Who I really amI don't know why I put up with you

Can't believe How you made me feel pretty

I don't wanna be pretty no more

Don't wanna feel pretty Done with all your so called pretty

All in all it pretty messed up I don't wanna be pretty no more

Unpretty - TLC

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes Make you feel unpretty too I was told I was beautiful

But what does that mean to you Look into the mirror who's inside there

The one with the long hairSame old me again today

My outsides look cool My insides are blue

Every time I think I'm through It's because of you

I've tried different ways But it's all the same

At the end of the day I have myself to blame

I'm just trippin'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can fix your nose if he says so

You can buy all the make-up that mac can make But if you can't look inside you

Find out who am I, too Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

Never insecure until I met you Now I'm in stupid

I used to be so cute to meJust a little bit skinny

Why do I look to all these things To keep you happy

Maybe get rid of you And then I'll get back to me

As I reflect back on what I've used and abused And detect that I need some clues to get through

To those that accused me of never being true I'll lose if I play into this game and never know the rules

So how do I bring out the me nobody sees The forest for the trees, how 'bout the woman behind the weave

The light from within this life is the only real remedy Or find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

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Yes, your eyes are clearly fine and read them right! You are seeing paradoxes of song titles. Unpretty is a single by TLC which was released in 1999, from their album FanMail. While the song Pretty, from the album Killer Love, was performed for the first time on national television by Nicole Scherzinger at a popular singing competition in the United States where she likewise formerly seated as one of the judges.

A woman is always scrutinized when people speak about her image. Her classic black dress, striking red lipstick or peculiar hair color are dissected, mounted on a glass slide and carefully observed under a microscope. She is placed inside an aquarium, for people to observe and monitor. And after deliberate study, a conclusion is formulated, either leading to immediate acceptance, irrevocable approval and lifetime admiration, or absolute rejection, constant criticism and eternal isolation.

There are inevitable cases when the need to pull away benefits the woman from the huge aquarium. These two songs tells us when. To help readers understand how these songs help to empower women, here are important lines from the songs for reference:

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PRETTY UNPRETTY

Physical Appearance Perfect tenBeautiful

Skinny

What she has done to her image?

My nails were done I had my hair on point

Got my body tight

Buy your hair if it won’t grow Fix your nose

Buy all the makeup

Reason for maintaining or changing her image

ManMan

Maybe society

How she dealt with the man’s pressure in the beginning

I put up with youI’ve tried different ways

I look to all these things to keep you happy

How the man treated her in return

Then you broke my heart I tried to share my world with you but you just did not give a damn

It's like you never even knew me or tried to get to know me As if I mean nothing to you

I was told I was beautiful but what does that mean to you

How she sees her own image

Upset Broken

Messed up Done

Just an accessory

Unpretty Outsides look cool

Insides are blue InsecureStupid

Effect on her psycheYou made me question who I really am

I don’t wanna be pretty no moreFind out who am I

So how do I bring out the me nobody sees?

SolutionSuggestive of the woman leaving the man: you broke my heart

Now without your so called prettyMaybe get rid of you

Songs are exceptional venues for moving and shaking views on sensitive issues. This time, it is about a woman’s image and how a man or society supposedly sees this image of her. These two pop songs are paramount outlets to awaken society about her image, taking special note on how an already “pretty” woman ended up feeling the same way as the “unpretty” woman. This is critical because this alarms any woman on the reality of how the media or any other person can affect her standards on beauty. A woman may feel discontented with her own image despite her unique genetic framework and genial personality. These songs immensely help disseminate the truth that nothing is physically wrong with her. It is really interesting to see how two paradoxical song titles engage with the same issues and the ironies of the characters shared the same fate.

In this generation which gives much emphasis on physical beauty, it is crucial to persistently remind and constantly educate young girls and women that outward appearances do not necessarily define who they are. The shape of the nose does not sum up the capabilities and skills of a woman. Skin color cannot predict a girl’s future. Hair color is not even a hint of a young lass’ IQ. And lastly, the waistline does not predict how well a woman could teach good manners to her future children, or how devoted she could be in keeping a healthy and loving family. A woman may look like a doll because she spent half an hour primping herself, but she is absolutely not an inanimate object or as one of the song said, an “accessory”. On the other hand, a woman may look simple, but that does not mean that she should be treated like a slave.

More than a decade had gone by when Unpretty was first released until the recent live debut of Pretty in 2011, yet women are still pleading for complete eradication of unhealthy views about them. Years ago, women were already asking from men and from the whole world, real and honest respect.

When going out next time, proudly show your skin color because you like how it distinguishes you from everyone else. This weekend, let your curly hair down to make a statement that you are having a fabulous time. In the coming days, try wearing and putting on something that defines you or who you are, not what society dictates you to be. Engrave in your heart and mind those people who accepts the real you. Always treasure the person who inspires you to be who you are and what you have become. Your choice is to be you, yet happy. Or be someone else, but crappy.

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Visual Intelligence: A Different Way to See The Imageby Daniela Silva

It is the intelligence capable of perceiving objects and images around them, recreating them and reinventing them in the real world. It is through this intelligence that we can make use of our vision and imagination either to locate in our day different objects, either to trying to hang a picture on the wall.

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It is in this intelligence also, we have developed the ability to form mental models (images) and operate with such images. To have a clear notion of it, just imagine walking the streets blinded. This intelligence deals with activities such as visual arts, navigation, map creation and architecture. Among other professions that use this intelligence are: engineers, surgeons, sculptors and graphic artists.

Among the skills that are part of Visual-spatial intelligence, are:

Creating mental images: occurs on several occasions, for example: when we try to remember where we met a certain person; in search of a reference to find certain location on the street; when we miss someone and think about it.

Comparison between objects: Before we buy a particular home furnishing, or even change a single frame of place. we view if these objects will fit in the corresponding spaces we want;

Make the goal of a car: you need to view the vacant space, watching the cars on the side in order to not commit any offense.

People with this profile intelligence has as main characteristics the creativity and sensitivity, being able to imagine, create and see things that those who do not have this type of intelligence developed. These people often think in images and remember the visual images easily.

This intelligence is vital for humans to locate and manipulate objects that circulate. The ancient scholars called this: intuitive-deductive because it blends intuition and reason.

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MIRRORby Marie Keith S. Epe

Snowflakes, bubbles and raindrops.Quicksilver, crystal, or glitters.Glass, lens or photographs.And a pair of eyes matters.They can see you when you don’t have me.But when they are all gone and you still want to see,Close those eyes and search within.Your heart shows your reflection, it is my secret twin

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Photo by Macy Davis

DeltaWomen MagazineAugust 2012

Image

Editors

Elaheh Zohrevandi

Kirthi Gita Jayakumar

Photography

Effat Allahyri

CEO

Elsie Reed

Contributors

Paola Brigneti

Denise Falcone

Elaheh Zohrevandi

Marie Keith S. Epe

Gloria Adero

Valerie Z Lewis

Mohammed R. Monifi

Daniela Silva

Featured Artist

Aref Roudbari Shahmiri

Photography

Eleanor Bennett

Mina Satari

Ahmed A. Masad

Paola Brigneti

Macy Davislvii

Staff