A friend recently mentioned how anxious she sometimes gets when she has to meet up with a whole bunch of women. Anxious about whether she’ll fit in, whether she’ll be suitably dressed, whether she’ll be accepted, whether she’ll be liked. And not because she is insecure about who she is, but because she is an individual, she is different because she is open, she is honest, she is a strong woman, who respects others choices but won’t make them her own. I so get my friend. What I don’t get often, is other women. Sadly, sometimes I just don’t trust women. I love my women friends, but I do have to say I don’t often love some women. Women are very often other women’s worst enemies. And I know it often stems from insecurities, a need to be better, be prettier, be wittier, be more popular. Often a fear that they won’t be accepted. That they aren’t good enough. And that by putting others down, they’ll feel better about themselves. Well they are good enough. We all are. But I truly do no longer have time, empathy yes, but time no, for those women who subtly (or not) via a look or a nasty comment disguised as not, or a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, let their insecurity mask their human-ness. If there is such a word. My wish is that we can all live and let live, celebrate our differences and our strength and meet each other with warmth in our eyes. And our hearts. We are sisters, after all.
Miss you so terribly.
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Samantha Yates Schroeder Well said again….. the older i get the stronger i get.. but it still hurts/makes me angry when woman are nasty… even just with there eyes.. x
May 25 at 4:54pm · Like
Lianne Cawood …. haha as you can gather, I’m a bit over it … even though rising above it is the way to go as we all do … but we really shouldn’t have to. None of us. xxx
May 25 at 6:55pm · Like · 1
Yvette Puchert Amen to that! I must say I love women generally but some women scare me – they’re so bloody bitchy and look down their judgemental noses at what I wear, what I eat, what my children wear or rather in Sophie’s case what she doesn’t wear. But then, you get the women who are totally happy with and within themselves – they have no need to flirt outrageously, bitch endlessly and constantly compare themselves to other women….those are the women I surround myself with and they are a gas a minute. They can laugh and cry at themselves. They’re focussed on their own journey…..Viva da sistahood viva!!!
May 25 at 8:24pm · like · 3
Lianne Cawood You my friend are a true sistah … I love and miss you. xx
May 25 at 8:55pm · Like · 1