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If you are my friend on facebook you saw me post this song this week and mention that I have watched it about eleventy-billion times. Watch it. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
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Wasn’t that beautiful???

And here is why I love it so much.

A few weeks back I wrote a post called Women in Masks. In it I talked about the masks we wear as women to fit ourselves into a given situation or the company of specific people. Men will never understand this about women. How fluid we are, how ever-changing and just how little of ourselves we allow to the surface. We’d much rather show you the face that fits the situation.

Well. Earlier this week a girlfriend of mine posted this song to a group I’m in and I was hooked. I can’t get it out of my head. Because basically it’s a love letter to herself. And she talks about all the same points I was trying to make in my post.

“She’s imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies.
She is hard on herself.
She is broken but won’t ask for help.
She is messy but she’s kind.
She is lonely most of the time.
She is all of this mixed up
And baked in a beautiful pie.
She is gone but she used to be mine.”

Someone I know, near and dear to me, read my post about women in masks and immediately got worried. Because he thought it was some kind of cry for help, when really, it was more of a cry of female solidarity. I had SO MANY positive reactions to it from women I know. Messages on Facebook and text messages from girlfriends. Because they knew what I was talking about. But I was hard pressed to explain it to the man who asked about it. And then I heard this song. And I can’t wait to play it for him.

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