Knowledge for my Daughter

No we are not preggo :) But I've had a lot on my mind lately about what it means to be a woman. And I have a little rant saved up that I decided to share. A dear friend asked me this past week what I thought my greatest life lesson has been thus far. I'm surprised it didn't take me long to answer but I knew immediately what my lesson was. I answered that it was to not waste life being self conscious about the way I looked or who I was. I kind of cringe when I think of how self conscious I was in High School and in College. And for what?! A total waste of energy. Once I accepted myself, including all of my faults, I really started to enjoy life, I fell in love, and I figured out what I really want to do. I honestly attribute ALL of that to confidence. Now don't get me wrong, I am far from thinking I am perfect. I am a FAR cry from gracing the "hottest 30 people under 30" list or Forbes "most successful people". But I realized that I celebrated other people's differences, loved diversity and found other cultures deliciously fabulous without celebrating my OWN differences, diversity and cultural influences. Sounds stupid written out doesn't it?

I have to say that I think I learned this lesson from other women. My friends are inherently much better people than I am. I'm not sure why they hang out with me sometimes other than the fact that I am filled with wonderful knowledge on the following topics: reality tv, plastic surgery, bras & who's dating who in Hollywood. All very useful things, obviously. ..

So I will continually pray that if I do have a daughter she will be blessed with friends like mine. Strong, independent women who are beautiful and funny and happy with themselves. Who say fantastic things like "why do women say they are waiting for their white knight on a horse to come rescue them? Go buy your own damn horse and take yourself where you want to be" (this is an actual quote from my beloved friend whom I will not name because I did not ask permission to type it here)

One thing I want to make sure is clear, I LOVE MEN and my husband makes my life 100x better. He is pretty much the bomb.com and I never want to ever be without him. Not because I COULDN'T be but because I don't WANT to be without him. HOWEVER I know that my ability to be a good wife, homemaker and eventually a mother is enhanced a million fold by my happiness within and with myself. And that we have to love and support each other as women.

To polish off this post I want to include a few hilarious quotes from Tina Fey's book "Bossypants" because I seriously <3 her and she is a fantastic example of the above attributes and also of advocating women support each other. Because I am telling you, the less we tear each other down, the less room anyone else has to tear us down as well.

“Obviously, as an adult I realize this girl-on-girl sabotage is the third worst kind of female behavior, right behind saying "like" all the time and leaving your baby in a dumpster.”

 

“But I think the first real change in women’s body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boom—Beyoncé brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.”

 

xoxo