Pick Me Up

Every once and a while we all need a 'pick me up', yeah?  Yeah.  

I've needed one for a few days.  It would appear that no matter how hard I prayed, how many things I cleaned, how much music I listened to, how many tears I shed while watching the movie 'UP', or how many random hugs I received... nothing was fulfilling my need for a 'pick me up".  

I hate going to that place where I'm the typical female who needs men to validate my existence by objectifying me... but unfortunately that's where I was for the past week or so.  

LAME SAUCE.

And then, through the medium of literary and imaginary magnificence... I got slapped in the face.  Or perhaps, I got knocked back onto my ass.  I think my tailbone is bruised, as is my ego.  

This lovely little passage was in a book I'm reading...

"Do not be defined by the man you love; do not lose who you are in the love of another.  We can only love the way we were created to if we are first whole in ourselves.  If you drown in your feelings for someone, it will turn to obsession and it will cloud your mind to reality.  What you're feeling is part of who you are.  You are a strong, beautiful, intelligent, loving woman.  In you, there is more than you can imagine.  You don't need a man to love you to make you special.  You are special because you are you.  Don't you see?  See and believe you are one of God's children; that is what makes you special."

Bam.  Clear as day.  My 'pick me up, smack me in the face, get your sh*t together, pick me up'.  

It's like that passage of the book, that lesson, was written for me - to me.   

We are not quantified, defined, or our value measured by our physical appearance.  

Being happy and healthy is more important than being skinny and sexy.  

Being healthy and happy is a life style.  I may not have the physique a model and I may not be gorgeous, but I am vibrant, fun, alive, real, intelligent and funny. Those things make me beautiful, and that beauty cannot fade over time.

When we as women see the beauty in those around us, and more importantly, see our own innate beauty that is when we are empowered and do not need to rely on the objectification of men to establish our worth.  

Men worth loving, men worth giving our hearts too... won't be the chauvinist, shallow, and immature men that we think we want to notice us, to value us, to be attracted to us. Men worth loving won't view us as trophies or objects, rather as companions, counterparts, friends, and lovers.

As much as men need to mature and alter their perceptions of women, so do women need to reevaluate and believe that we are more than objects and we deserve to be treated as more.

Being a woman is a delicate balance between independence and dependence, strength and softness, outspokenness and meekness, firmness and compassion... 

When we focus on ourselves, when we learn to see our own value, when we love who we are - then others can truly love us in return.

Awesome.

Feminist rant now over.  

Thanks mah'loves. 

~Mychal