Sunday, May 26, 2013

Womanifestos. Or, When I Grow Up.

I had the scary realization the other day that When I Grow Up, for all intents and purposes, was a year and a half ago. Maybe a year and a half from now, if we want to get technical, but I'm somewhere in this three-year-span of being a Newly Minted Adult.

And I realized, of course, that a lot of the things I wanted to be When I Grow Up are now Things That I Am Not. And I wondered if Little Me would be disappointed in Big Me. And how boring a person Big Me seems to have become.

And then, of course, as she always does, The Militant Baker came to my rescue.*

So, I went to the bathroom mirror and stood up on a stool so that I would be Tall and Intimidating, and I very sternly told my reflection to Go Fuck Yourself. Because, as TMB so eloquently put it:


i am the best thing thats ever happened to me.

i am the best things thats ever happened to you.


if you can't recognize that, go waste someone elses time.

I cannot continue to take myself for granted. Confidence is key. If I want to take on the world, I have to be able to open my own doors, locked or otherwise.

Maybe one day, I'll write my own Womanifesto. Maybe one day I will be Someone. But from here on out, I will not let myself--or anyone else, actually--act as an excuse not to be Everything I Ever Wanted To Be.

Because I am a dancer, a poet, Queen Regnant of Anything I Choose, a mother-fucking tone deaf rock star.

Hear me roar.

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*As a side note, if you are reading my blog but not hers, you should immediately kick yourself and go read hers instead. She is amazing in every single way.

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