I had to share. The above link is to an amazing essay post that one of my Google Buzz friends shared with me. It hits all the right notes and I identified with the writer way too much.
I don’t want to be anyone else but myself. Yes I want to be the best version of myself I can be, by trying to look after myself physically, mentally, spiritually but I’m not having some editor tell me the untruth that I will never get a man because I have a brain. Or that because I’m not a size 10 (and will never be) that I am not attractive in my own way. I will not stand for being told that because I don’t emulate celebrity style I am not stylish and nor will I put up with being instructed to be less than what I am or that I should be ashamed of what I am. I am curvy, I have opinions, I have too many degrees, I hate reality tv, I hate onions, I can’t stand Topshop and I have absolutely no interest in vajazzling or becoming someone else. I am bruised and scarred from the times I have ripped myself apart trying to get rid of the pieces of me that don’t fit with society’s overarching impression of what a woman ‘is’. But now I wear those pieces with pride. I am more than the sum of my parts. Now I encourage you all to pick up the pieces you have ripped from yourselves, you didn’t need to. Wear them with pride.