Being a Women


Let us commit to ending judgement and sharing kindness.   

Judgement over women has been timeless…or should I say endless. What we eat, what we wear, how we do our hair…everything we do is judged. More often than not–negatively. We are targeted from weight shaming to slut shaming. We are called b!tches if we stand up for ourselves. I was called a slut by a man once because, I wouldn’t give him my phone number. Sorry sir, I think you’re using that word incorrectly. Women are under attack, and frankly always have been. 

You’re either too heavy–god forbid your thighs touch! Or you’re too thin, and accused of eating disorders. They want us to believe we are never good enough. It is how they control us. 

Women are blamed for being raped. They asked for it, they say. Girls are sent home from their education because their clothing is distracting to boys. As a mother of a boy, I say lets educate our children so that they learn to respect each other and not blame their distraction on others and not judge girls by their clothing. Respect. Not shame. We could all use a little more kindness in our lives. 

I’ve been told, I’m too pale, too freckle-y, I dress like a hippie, and I swear too much. I’ve been told I have the calves of a man, I’m too thin, but I am also too fat, my hair is too big and my grin is toothy. I’ve been called a lazy millennial, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I have been told I’m not good enough over and over again throughout my life in so many horrible ways. Recently I was even informed I’m now old enough that I should be doing Botox. 

Excuse me?!?

I am perfect just the way I am. I am half of my mother and half of my father. I am exactly who I am supposed to be. My face isn’t a mistake that needs fixing. Neither is my beautiful c-section scar or my laugh lines and crows feet. They are all a badge of honor. I’ve had thirty-three years of laughter and life. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. I may only have one ab, yes I said one lol, but I’m still wearing a bikini, because someone else’s idea of how I should look has nothing to do with me. Their own self-hate will not change how I choose to see myself. I will never be younger than I am now, so live in the now. Not in the idealistic unobtainable future that someone else put in your head, you are smart, you are talented, you are beautiful, you are you–because the world needs you. Not a replica of someone else.  

Every day we have a choice…a choice to be happy, blessed and thankful. 

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