Hey all long time no see! This week has been a whirlwind of activity. I am not trying to make excuses, nor am I going to make any promises about blogging more consistently. I’ve realized this just doesn’t work for me. 🙂 I am me not some blogging machine. Me is busy. Me lives life! Whatever that means.
Anyway, I wrote the following a couple weeks ago and I have been meaning to share it. Enjoy!…
At some point during my childhood I recognized a prefabricated ideal-woman of a mold, which only a select few could actually squeeze in to. I remember quite clearly the day this revelation was unwrapped and handed to me like an unwanted birthday present – like a coming of age gift.
I was 10 on the verge of 11. Brittany, a beautiful blond, blue-eyed little girl asked me (with the whole class listening), what I wanted to be when I grew up. I don’t remember the context of her question. Perhaps we were all sharing our dreams. Whatever the reason, I proudly and with reckless abandon responded, “A model.”
She laughed. Everyone laughed. I didn’t understand. Didn’t my mom and dad tell me that because I was tall I could be a model or a basketball player? Maybe I hadn’t given my future career much consideration, but hey, I thought it was at least plausible. Brittany went on to explain to me, again in front of the whole class, that I would not and could not – not ever in a million bazillion years – be a model.
Every little girl wants to be beautiful. Hell, I still long to feel desirable; to have the confidence to strut my stuff and wear a princess crown, even if just for a day.
But according to the world, the magazines, the movies, the advertisements, and the rest of the graduating high school class of 2002, I will never ever squeeze into that mold. In junior high and high school it was about looks, clothes, boys, and cars. In college it was about…well it’s about the same. As an adult the mold is all of those other things plus high profile careers, marrying the perfect man, having the perfect house, the perfect kids, the perfect dog, the perfect cookie recipe, the perfect scrapbook, on and on and on.
When Brittany told me I would never ever be a model, and that I had no chance in Hades of fitting that mold, I thought it was a curse. I believed in my doom all through school and the majority of my adult years thus far. But now that I am older and wiser (haha) I know having an entirely different mold is a blessing. Who wants to be exactly the same as the next? I don’t. I am an individual and I am darn fun, darn it!
Question: What makes you an individual? Any special dreams, talents, or hobbies?
I have a special talent…I can touch my tongue to my nose. Seriously, I can!
(Dinners only as my breakfasts are all cereal and fruit or oatmeal and fruit and my lunches are all left overs!)
Monday: Chile Rellanos, spanish rice and homemade chips (This was left over and frozen from last week)
Tuesday: Pierogues and Sausage (At my friends house for a “Sound of Music” movie night.
Wednesday: Chicken Stir Fry
Thursday: PB and J on the road to a concert! (Woohoo!)
Friday: Beans and Rice Mexican style
Hope you are all having a fabulous week so far!