I’m just going to take a second here. Seriously, how incredible are women?!
Honestly! And we deal with so much stuff in our every day lives…
|Sometimes you just need to pamper yourself….if only I had time tonight for this!|
We deal with boys. Whether they are being flakey, treating us badly, or there’s only the bad guys left (Umm….where are all the nice guys please?!), we deal with that.
We deal with girls. Let’s be honest ladies, we aren’t always sunshine and flowers and sometimes, we can be complete thunderclouds and treat other girls in a way that you would never tolerate a boy treating them. We deal with it. (Btw ladies, this is silly, we should just get over the bitch-fighting thing – we deal with enough crap, let’s not add to the issues!)
We make sure we don’t get pregnant – which, lets be honest, ends up falling to our responsibility – condoms are essential for stopping all the horrible diseases etc, but we cannot risk anything baby-wise so the pill or an alternative as an addition ends up falling to us.
We walk about all day with, essentially, the weight of two bags of flour strapped to our front – I love my boobs, but holy hell do they give me a pain in the back after a long day!
We live in a society where sexual harassment, though not physical, has become something we just walk past – wolf whistles and cat calls are part of every day life.
|If I want Nandos, I’m having Nandos – and no magazine, celeb or Judgey McJudgeyPants in the corner is gonna stop me!|
We are constantly told by the media to be thinner, fitter, healthier, skinnier, to have that “bikini body” – I’m sorry but each and every one of you women reading this – you are BEAUTIFUL! Do not let any media or heavily airbrushed “celeb” make you feel otherwise!
We manage an intoxicating cocktail of hormones rushing around our bodies at all times. And then just when our brains and bodies have got used to the levels, another part of our cycle comes around and the balance changes again!
AND on top of all of that, we deal with getting our periods. I mean seriously. Someone out there is having a laugh!
When my alarm went off this morning at 5.45am (bleurgh) and I woke to feel horrendous stabbing pains in my stomach and lower back, and looked over at my pill packet to see that, indeed, I had finished my card two days ago and I was due on my period, there was a part of me that wanted to turn my alarm off, roll over and go back to sleep for maybe, five days..?!
|A stack of these right now would be amazing – the recipe is here – who volunteers to make me some and bring them to me in bed? Please?|
Every month we women deal with this. We want to spend the day curled up with a duvet, a hot water bottle, a tub of Nutella and a spoon, watching all the episodes of “Friends” from the very beginning and sobbing mascara tears when Rachel (SPOILER ALERT!) gets off the plane! But that isn’t allowed.
Instead, we get up and get on with our days. We have to act as if everything is fine – when actually, there is a nagging pain in our stomach, we are bloated (and our hormones tell us this is fat, which doesn’t help!) and the tiniest thing makes us want to throw hate at the walls – it isn’t us, its our b*****d hormones.
But I think it is a testament to us women that we do have this every month – and we all get up and get on with our day as if nothing is bothering us. Of course, some months are better than others, and some women genuinely don’t have any issues with their periods – to these women I say “you lucky shit!”
I didn’t roll over and go back to sleep. I got up, got dressed, put my makeup on, attempted to do something with my big mop of red hair, and left the house. I grabbed a coffee and a croissant, and was on the tube by 6.55am.
9 hours and 20 minutes later, I finished work at 4.15pm, got back on the tube and am now, finally, at 9pm, settling down for my evening after making myself dinner and doing all the odd jobs that one needs to do before chilling out for the evening.
|At least I had done my nails. The rest of me felt like shit – but my nails were on form! 🙂|
I am exhausted, aching and a bit tired and emotional. But I’m also proud of myself. I don’t think we women realise how strong we are and we definitely don’t acknowledge our own achievements enough – even if it is just getting up and carrying on with your day when it feels like the whole world is against you and there is stabbing pains in your ovaries – be proud!
I know that I have to do it all again tomorrow – I’ve just set my alarm for 5.45 again (ew!) and I’ll be bright and breezy as normal and be my usual bubbly self – I’ll have to try harder than normal to do that, most probably assisted by a larger than normal amount of tea and some paracetamol, but thats fine.
We women are incredible creatures. We deal with so much shit – whether it’s boys, girls, boobs, magazines making us feel, frankly, planetary, or our time of the month rolling in – we deal with it. And we come out stronger because of it. We should be bloody proud of ourselves. Every single day – just being us, we are doing something amazing. I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge that.