Saturday, December 22, 2012

Need to Read

A blog that I recently stumbled upon was writing about a book called "Daring Greatly" and posted this picture of one of its pages.
It struck me so deeply when I read it that I KNOW I have to read the book now. The line that stood out to me was this "Basically, we have to be willing to stay as small, sweet and quiet as possible, and use our time and talent to look pretty." Does that make you sick just reading it? Aren't we as women worth SO much more than our thinness and our prettiness? I think the reason this stood out to me so much is that lately I have been entirely too focused on those particular ideals. I have been, despite an abundance of physical exercise (umm, can you say triathlon?) unable to shed the baby weight that I gained from Gavin, and I have been slightly obsessed with this from time to time. The good news is, it's gotten me to be really healthy, although no thinner. Though I want to continue in my quest for healthy living, because it just feels good, I want to let go of my desire to fit some feminine ideal. What a waste of my mental and emotional energy! I am worth more than that and I am capable of more than that. So are all of us! I'm looking forward to reading this book. The End.

3 comments:

Jennifer Kunz said...

I've had a sort of feminist awakening this year, and stuff like this speaks to me really deeply. Thanks so much for sharing!

Sarah Haynie said...

What a wonderful quest - healthly living vs "pretty" that is defined by people we do not even know. I love you Rachel and you ARE very beautiful, talented and such a great Mom. I am proud of you. (I have to admit some days I wish I looked 21!) :) Keep up the good work.

Lissa said...

And this is why I love you Rachel! I actually agree 100%. Want to know a little secret? Even though I'm "skinny" by society standards, I am SOOOO out of shape. Zombie Apocalypse? I'm screwed! So my New Year's Res is to get my heart in shape. I was doing really good for a while but after I had my miscarriage, I stopped and let myself get all depressed (and scrawny). I want to work out to feel good about myself, not about what other people think of me because screw them, will they help me if a zombie is treating to eat my face off? I think not! :) Basically what I'm trying to say is that I've realized that if you care what others think about you and your body, regardless of your body shape, you will be unhappy. I wish we lived closer so you could whip my butt in shape. I would probably make you feel really good about yourself :)