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	<title>Comments on: Our Own Worst Enemies</title>
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		<title>by: Palmtreechick</title>
		<link>http://aweightyissue.blogsome.com/2006/04/20/our-own-worst-enemies/#comment-36</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 00:53:31 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Very well said.  Appreciate and accept our bodies...wouldn't that be nice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Very well said.  Appreciate and accept our bodies&#8230;wouldn&#8217;t that be nice.
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		<title>by: John Blodgett</title>
		<link>http://aweightyissue.blogsome.com/2006/04/20/our-own-worst-enemies/#comment-20</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 21:23:14 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Forgot to add a thought concerning how I criticize myself--I very much am of the mindset that nothing I do is ever good enough, no matter how good a job I do. And I know when I do do a good job; it's just that I can never bask in the light of a job well done for I'm always thinking about what i could do better next time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Forgot to add a thought concerning how I criticize myself&#8211;I very much am of the mindset that nothing I do is ever good enough, no matter how good a job I do. And I know when I do do a good job; it&#8217;s just that I can never bask in the light of a job well done for I&#8217;m always thinking about what i could do better next time.
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		<title>by: John Blodgett</title>
		<link>http://aweightyissue.blogsome.com/2006/04/20/our-own-worst-enemies/#comment-19</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 21:19:54 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I've noticed greater passion and confidence in the people I've seen on my out-of-country travels, too, infrequent as they have been. I'm willing to bet the American culture of consumption has much to do with our culture's overall lack of confidence (not to make too general and sweeping of a statement), and the resulting advertising, marketing, etc. 

Think about that word-consumption.  We consume, and are consumed. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I&#8217;ve noticed greater passion and confidence in the people I&#8217;ve seen on my out-of-country travels, too, infrequent as they have been. I&#8217;m willing to bet the American culture of consumption has much to do with our culture&#8217;s overall lack of confidence (not to make too general and sweeping of a statement), and the resulting advertising, marketing, etc. </p>
	<p>Think about that word-consumption.  We consume, and are consumed.
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		<title>by: amy</title>
		<link>http://aweightyissue.blogsome.com/2006/04/20/our-own-worst-enemies/#comment-15</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 14:46:57 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>my boyfriend and i visited quebec city last fall.  it was beautiful but the best part was the women.  all shapes and sizes, wearing tiny dresses and eating gelato in the street.  they were all gorgeous because they were full of confidence.  everyone looked you in the eye, that doesn't happen here.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>my boyfriend and i visited quebec city last fall.  it was beautiful but the best part was the women.  all shapes and sizes, wearing tiny dresses and eating gelato in the street.  they were all gorgeous because they were full of confidence.  everyone looked you in the eye, that doesn&#8217;t happen here.
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		<title>by: Fat Bitch</title>
		<link>http://aweightyissue.blogsome.com/2006/04/20/our-own-worst-enemies/#comment-14</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 04:46:59 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Your words just impacted me to the point that I'm crying. You cut right to the heart of the way that I feel.  

You ARE beautiful, honey, and don't ever forget it. 









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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Your words just impacted me to the point that I&#8217;m crying. You cut right to the heart of the way that I feel.  </p>
	<p>You ARE beautiful, honey, and don&#8217;t ever forget it.
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