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@mimiminsky

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Writer, Storyteller, Speaker
Founder of WTH, Trauma Practitioner
Little @mesoodar
All about them stories 📺
Finding soul in the Human Experience🤌

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My Friday Morning with @flatbushgirl

as told to @mimiminsky

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Lessons from the archives, because, let's face it, sometimes someone else’s words and experiences can name what we can't yet place. 🤍

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My Friday Morning with @dr.mimi.k

as told to @mimiminsky

heavy on the Mimi's in this one...two very impressive ones at that!

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MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE
written by @mimiminsky

Seeing Frumee on screen during our interview and seeing Frumee online, there was no gap. No double personality, no second version. Just truth. Maybe that’s what tznius really is. Just a woman rooted in something real.

-Mimi Minsky

featuring @frumeetaubenfeld
photography by @hillahattenphotography
directed by @saraschlisserkrohn
makeup by @alizaartistry

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february

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Issue 06: The Tznius Issue

Cover Star: @frumeetaubenfeld

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✨ 60 Seconds of Jewish Wisdom ✨

Happy Purim.

At the beginning of the Purim story, Esther’s identity is hidden.

By the end, she reveals who she is, uses her voice, steps into her power and saves her entire nation.

Esther teaches us that sometimes we begin concealed.

And then we are called forward.

“God doesn’t call the qualified. He qualifies the called.” ~ @mimiminsky

What are you being called to do…but you’re afraid to use your voice?

What is one small step you can take?

Take it.

That’s your divine detour for today.

#JewishWisdom #Purim #Emunah #JewishWomen #SpiritualGrowth

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TEAM MESOODAR 👶🏼
no chance we were gonna miss out on this trend, a truly adorable team - if we do say so ourselves 🥰

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✨ Words That Heal-Unmasked ✨

What happens when women gather in a space where their truth is finally safe to be heard?

With @mimiminsky’s gentle yet powerful guidance, we stepped beyond the masks, into the hidden spaces of the heart-where real healing begins. Every story shared became a doorway back to ourselves.

Thank you to every woman who allowed herself to be seen. 🤍

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Not everything that comes off is false. Not everything that remains is protection.

This is an evening for letting the unnecessary fall away
without needing to replace it with something prettier. The masks come on so the pretending can end.

If you feel the pull, the disguise is already tired.

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We called this a retreat, only to discover it was a reclamation. A reclamation of realness in today’s ever-evolving heal-o-spheres. A place of reckoning - can we go as deep as we dream for our participants to go?

The results don’t speak while we’re in retreat, or while we’re arriving home on an endorphin high. They speak now and in the days to come: in the mother trusting her intuition for realz, in the marriages reworking themselves into reality-rooted peace in the home, into the woman unshackling from religious hyper-programming and re-tethering to Hashem, in the woman who’s finally in her body enough to taste the difference between sugar and Splenda, in therapeutic processes accelerated exponentially by the real holding of sisters on a resonant frequency of shared evolution, genuine commitment, and radical redemption, for each one and for us all.

Love these women so much. Love seeing the hand of Hashgacha Protis and the Rebbe’s bracha come together in every detail.

Love the hard, the messy, the unhealed, the unseen, the very vulnerable, all held weightless in the womb of sisterhood and in the magic of our gritty, day to day unfolding, the real and raw return to ourselves.

Reclaiming REAL in healing as a collective, LIGHT through the cracks of every one of our broken vessels, TRUTH that gathers slowly while illusions spread like wildfire out here, working together, one choice at a time, toward the deepest redemption possible in our lifetime, the language the bodies are teaching us guiding us inward and onward, in resonance with each other like tuning forks, with enough love and abundance to carry the pain, to, put simply, leave no part behind.

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