Power

There are women who find their value solely in male attention. If their lives are currently missing a Bae, they don’t know what happiness is. Their lives revolve around having someone in their bed at night. It does not matter the quality/caliber/married status of their bed partner. The more their “relationships” fail, the lower their standards are set. They’ve hung their worth on having someone to call “bae” so thoroughly that they simply have no idea how to exist alone and be happy. Their relationship status is their currency, and their bank account reads as insufficient if single.

And then you have women who have wrapped their aloneness around them like a security blanket. Who needs a man? She has her career, her Netflix, her Moscato, her body pillow, and her Bible scriptures. Oh, and her B.O.B. None of that is a substantive replacement for a man who loves/desires her, but she won’t admit that. That’s weakness. She needs to feel superior to the women in the aforementioned paragraph who finds herself at every Happy Hour hoping to be chosen. She needs to be able to be judgmental when her friend discovers her husband is cheating. How else will she be able to convince herself she isn’t lonely? She definitely will not put herself out there just so a fuckboy will desert her again or be “intimidated by her success.” She’ll welcome a man when he can prove to her that he brings something to the table that she can’t bring herself. Because God forbid a man EVER thinks she needs him. 

Where is our power, ladies?

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Disrupt Stupid

Growing up, I had two personas: who I was at home and who I was in public. At home, I was outspoken and opinionated. My family knew I’d attend law school before I knew what being a lawyer really was. (The only lawyer I knew was Matlock. And who wanted to grow up to be Matlock?) Yet, at school and with friends, I was quiet and played the background a lot. I was a target for bullies. (I know how hard that is to believe.) I hated confrontations and tried to avoid them at all costs because I was too afraid of what the repercussions would be. It didn’t matter to me if people liked me, but it definitely mattered if they did not.

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