Oh my God, I've been playing dress-ups so the world loves me- Urrrgghh.
Sorry everyone, but I'm no longer going to keep up this well-meant blog.
It seems to me, no-one will ever take women seriously or equally, if we're focused on how we look. I've realised when the made-over woman on TV cries with happiness, it's because she now feels worthy- what a false concept. I know some of them are naked- but they've got make-up on, a new hair-do and it's all tastefully photographed.Plus she's being told how beautiful she is. She looks good, she feels good. That's a false concept.
I realise that as long as outward beauty equals self-esteem, our little girls will grow up like many of us did- looks equals attention, favour, popularity, success (love and acceptance).And from the state of how I see many dress, it seems they're crying out even harder than we did. How do you wound a little girl? Tell her she's ugly. Boys don't cop that one.
Sorry to drag you along on my own little journey. Things have been troubling me about all this for a bit and when I answered some questions recently about my priorities , it just all came to a head.
I'm going to search for what it is the be a real woman. For me all I know for now, is it's not being a second class citizen, but it's not being a man either. That leaves a lot of searching in between to be done!
I'm going to try and bypass all I've had shoved into my head over a lifetime and work it out, then aim for that. For me I've realised, no amount of pleasing appearances are going to give real self-esteem and it's certainly not going to leave the planet a better place for our children. Wish me the true gifts of courage and wisdom, and may you all find your true Isis. x
