At first, I thought that the response to that question would be easy...then it dawned on me.
- Being a woman is not easy
From the innocent choices of blue versus pink, dolls versus baseball mitts and bats, distinctions are made and expectations set in stone. At least it seems that way. Little girls grow up to be women and along the way, very subtly, a running list of expectations begin to bloom.
Maybe the expectation is that they are meant to be soft spoken, to be a size 0, drive a certain kind of car, live in a specific neighborhood etc. As the years pass, more and more expectations are added. Maybe from a commercial, a magazine, a comment from a friend, and as certain as those small suggestions seep into our psyche, we begin to believe them. We begin to hide our arms, we begin to complain about our midsection, we dress in all black.
We didn't lose our confidence, we just stopped hearing ourselves amid the noise that we picked up along the way. It's true that we are more than the sum of our parts. We are more than the voices that overwhelm us day in and day out. There is no one else quite like you, with the life you have lived, the people you have loved, the choices you have made...you are unique. Pick up the doll, the bat and mitt...anything that makes you feel good. You have lived a life...go ahead and LIVE some more.
What'll it be today? Paisley?