|The Advoc8te balancing life, lizards & lanterns|
That said, life is hard, people disappoint, and sometimes what/who you think can be your dream come true can actually be a nightmare come to life. To be fair, I am blessed with a lot of great things but even The Advoc8te has her bad days when I skip the Kleenex and just bawl my eyes out into Brawny paper towels (much better for mink eyelashes). Despite my many awards, headlines and projects sometime's even I don't feel like a cover girl. I find myself saying, "I'm great but am I as good as her?" (Notice how women always compare ourselves to another woman? I wonder if men do the same -- maybe just during football season??) Those are the moments when I am most frustrated with myself, when I feel that my vulnerability outweighs my need to "kill it" on a regular basis. I can be many things but I shall not be a sucker. Thou shalt not play me. Ever!
|Badass & Unapologetic|
Being a woman is hands down the hardest job I ever had in my life and I've done telemarketing! You have to juggle so many roles and do it perfectly and all while wearing high heels, smudge-proof lipstick and waterproof mascara (in case you haven't sprung for those mink eyelashes yet). Even without children we are often "mothering" some one, without being in the military we are sure to be "soldiering on," and even without pom-poms we are cheerleading someone on. And most importantly, despite being considered the "fairer sex" we have to "man up" on a daily basis -- all while looking like we have stepped from the pages of a magazine and having the disposition of a Georgia peach -- sweet and soft.
Being a woman in today's society is hard as hell. Being a badass woman in today's society means having to explain the very best part of ourselves -- the parts that are demanding, the parts that don't take no mess and that don't apologize for expecting the best from ourselves and from those in our orbit.
And despite our best efforts, our talents, our sacrifices, our eduction, our passion, our love, our generosity we can at times be left to feel less than our flawed and beautiful selfs. I say "flawed" on purpose because while no one is perfect we are the most imperfect versions of our true selfs. I can still be kick-ass and not be a size 4, I can still strike fear in the heart of these fools and still let my dog run my life (and he does run it).
|Where do I go from here? Anywhere I damn well please!|
LADIES, WE ARE THE PRIZE!!!!
And sometimes it can be really hard (like heartbreaking hard) to remember that. I think as woman (even warrior women) we always want to fix things, to help when we can and sometimes that means that we invest more time and magic into situations and people than we should have. I get it, women are resilient creatures -- we place hot wax on our faces (and elsewhere) for the price of beauty. As a sex, we got this. We know about sacrifice and we know that sometimes you have to do the big chop to get to the teeny weeny afro in order to move up to that big beautiful braid out. We know about commitment, we live in patience and we have been fired in the crucible of sacrifice.
All the time the "right man" for a job is in fact a woman. And while our backs may be bowed by society, and our shoulders tight from these evil bra straps and our hearts are heavy from the disappointments and challenges of a world that would rather elect an incompetent man than a kick-ass, smart-as-hell woman we have to solider on. Not because one day our prince will come, but because we are the queens and when the queen arrives everyone should bow down.
|Real women wear crowns, as proclaimed by The Advoc8te|
We are the prize -- if you don't know you better ask somebody! (or forward them this blog post)
Nikki Peele AKA The Advoc8te
Nikki Peele AKA The Advoc8te
In case you were wondering what was the inspiration for this post here you go. Warning: You will bawl like a baby -- but that's okay because badass women are allowed to cry, to dream, and to love the badass men who love us back. :)