I grew up in a home affected by domestic abuse and the degradation of what it meant to be a woman. I personally was not beaten physically, but I am the only woman in my family who has never been raped. It’s a shocking thing to say, but it’s the truth, and I think it’s time we talk about this.
In my family, “She” was a put down. It was often said with disdain, and followed up with expletives.
I used to dislike women because of the atmosphere I grew up in, a place where women were not to be trusted, not of any intrinsic worth except for their usefulness for work or play.
I’ve decided to take back, “She” because getting out of that environment and seeing clearer, beginning to recover from my eating disorder and the pain of the past, there are a lot of words to follow that word that I think are more fitting.
She is wise.
She is sensual.
She is respected.
She is graceful when she’s not even trying.
She is klutzy but cute!
She is cheeky.
She is versatile.
She can really work a room.
She is glowing.
She is a great Mom, even if she doesn’t always know it.
She loves shooting the breeze.
She chose a male-dominated profession and kicks ass at it.
She is a fantastic lover.
She opens her heart.
She gets mad when people are jerks.
She smiles at babies, but privately thinks they’re weird.
She is finding herself.
She is learning to set down the weight of the world.
She is recognizing her own beauty.
She is nobody’s plaything unless she wants to be.
She stands up for herself.
She lets others stand up for her.
She knows she is worth something.
She doesn’t hand out put downs.
She doesn’t judge others.
She condemns no one without just cause.
She doesn’t care about things that don’t matter.