You, Me, Her.
All women everywhere.
Let me preface by giving credit where it’s due. This post is completely inspired by what Catherine wrote about the competitive world of (younger) bloggers and how that “dog eat dog” spirit is, for the most part, absent from the community of over 40s (and above) bloggers. What you’re about to read is my take on women, how I’ve seen women behave around and treat each other, and how we could potentially be. This piece is in praise of every single female out there.
I often hear “women are our own worst enemies” in terms of our culture. I’m tired of that argument. I think everyone is their own worst enemy, and I don’t think it’s about something women have specifically against each other. I’ve been in close proximity with quite a few women in my life, both professionally and personally, and those experiences have (largely) left me optimistic, grateful, and humble. Of course, this isn’t a fairy tale so yes, I’ve been screwed over by females in business and in love, and in truth, I’ve probably screwed over a few myself. But those enemy-making moments were the results of bumbling, struggling, flawed humanness, not ovaries or hormones.
But in general, my experience is this.
WOMEN ADORE OTHER WOMEN
Women shake their cosmic pom poms for each other. They really do. Go sister go!! How many times has a girlfriend told you, that you got it going on, before you head out the door or the dressing room? That even though your new haircut makes you look like a mushroom, your ass is on fire. They’ll be looking at your ass all night, not your hair. Really, you’re hot. Just keep your hat on and don’t sit down.
A woman makes a cup of her heart. She carries your concerns and fears with you, for you. When your eyes fill up with teary news, so do hers. It happens with women you’ve known for years, with women you just met at the grocery store, in the ladies room. She carries your story with her. She mixes honey with it and re-tells it to you, and then gently (or sometimes not so gently, in the name of tough love) points out how great you’re doing, despite everything, and because of everything.
Women bare their fangs for you when the need arises. Like that time when your bestie threatened to put her ciggy out between dude’s eyebrows if he didn’t leave us alone. Remember? He walked, we rocked.
Women feed each other. Literally and figuratively. Think of all the meetings or retreats you’ve been to. Who brings the cocoa and sparkling water? Who remembers that you’re lactose intolerant? Who asks you if you have everything you need? Or if you’ve even remembered to eat something that day?
A woman will sacrifice without calling it a sacrifice. Enough said.
Women hold on. It’s like Audrey Hepburn said, “Never throw anyone out.” We never kick anybody off the bus (unless they slept with our significant others or hurt our children), and always find that one good quality inside everyone.
Women bypass history. A good sister listens to you bitch about the same ass*** for years, she helps you pack when you’re smart enough to leave, and she stands by you when you repeat the same lesson with the next emotionally lame lover. She loves you enough to let you do things your way, again, and again, like it was the first time, and will always be there with ice cream by the buckets, to help pick up the pieces.
No drama is too big. A woman howls to help you remember what matters the most. She loves you enough to intervene. She will drag you out of your comfort zone and into the moonlight to say “What the fuck are you doing? You may have temporarily forgotten who you are, but I haven’t and I’m here to remind you.” She is your biggest fan, your most ardent and loyal supporter, your #1 champion but also the one who helps you stay sane and maintain perspective.
Women touch you. Again, figuratively and literally. She doesn’t shy away from PDAs and will give you that squeeze on the shoulder you need. That hug you’ve been craving but didn’t even know it yet. She will wrap you up with all the physical contact and love and support you need.
Women know how to navigate the layers because they love the layers. Folds of skin, the sediments of time, the stories that build into the present. Not only do they acutely remember what we love and treasure, but why we love and treasure that which we hold close to our hearts. They’re interested in who we are, and why we are.
WHICH BRINGS ME RIGHT DOWN TO TODAY'S POST
Black Crochet Lace Kimono Cardigan, gifted (Lularoe, option, option) | B&W Tuxedo Pants (Daily Look, option, option) | Embellished Leather Collar (option, option) | Tank Top (option, option) | Clutch (Derek Lam, option, option) | B&W Booties (option, option)
You probably already knew this but just in case you didn’t, I’m a ginormous proponent of not just promoting all things positive for women, but also highlighting the not so positive issues, in the hopes of bringing about awareness, understanding and acceptance. Regardless of the topic. And part of doing that is supporting my fellow females, and helping in any manner possible to spread empowerment, self confidence, self love, and self worth. Which is why I’m so pleased to be wearing something from Lularoe for this post. Everything Lularoe stands for resonates SO strongly with me, and I couldn’t be prouder to showcase one of my fave pieces from their line.
What about you?
How do you show love to your fellow females?
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