I’m fired up this morning. Fired up enough to write a blog post after a very long lapse.
I just finished watching a video that’s suppose to be inspiring to women. She has a whole speech about how bikini’s were invented to be scandalous and that modesty is the sexiest. You know what? I see your point of view and agree bikini’s may be a little overrated. Coming from an aspiring bikini competitor that says a lot. But in this speech she talks about studies done that show men looking at us in these bikini’s turns off their human like brain and turns them into robots like they are looking at “objects”. Which of course is spun into us being objects when we wear bikinis.
Well I grew up with the mindest of the classic “A lion doesn’t loose sleep over the opinion of sheep”. I don’t give a fuck what a random man thinks of me. Object, goddess, donkey, whatever. I care what I think of me. Well okay, maybe my husband and children too. But they know who I really am inside, not based off what I’m wearing on the outside. And another point? I can’t change you/your thoughts, I can only change me/mine.
Which is where I’m getting really fired up. All these damn blog posts and speeches and so on that are being passed around social media. Oh so inspiring, but still telling you how to parent, look, cook, clean, be spiritual and so on. I realize this post may be doing the same thing, but my point here really is to set you free from these “make you feel warm and fuzzy and shitty and the same time” blog posts.
Yes I read the one with the women who stopped telling her kid to hurry up. It melted and broke my heart. I related and felt bad a swore off saying “hurry” at my kids forever. Then sure enough, the next time I was in a rush to meet someone, get to a birthday party, make class etc I felt even more ashamed of myself. Then people writing articles about parents saying “hurry” motivated them and they turned out fine.
Or the numerous ones about not cleaning my house and spending time with my kids makes me a better parent. I, ME, MYSELF enjoys a clean home! And guess what? I still spend time with my kids. Yes, one less hour a day, but I also need my own sanity.
Oh the blog posts about not fat shaming and love your body? Then the ones about needing to care for yourself and your health is what makes you live to see your great great great great grandkids?
Eat clean and live forever. Have cheats and enjoy live, YOLO.
Have happy dirty kids. Grow and foster well organized clean kids for success in life.
Don’t wear a bikini and be proud of your modesty. Work hard and rock whatever the fuck you want, two or one piece or mumu.
Tell your husband you love him every day. Don’t say I love you too much or the meaning is pointless.
COME ON!!!!!! Every where we turn, we are doing it wrong. So I say fuck it. I’m not reading them anymore. I will be the person to decide how I parent (or don’t), how I treat my body, what I wear (or don’t), what’s good for my relationship, what to do for a living. Your point is part of the herd I care not to listen to it.