For Women over 40 and for all the Women who will be over 40
Someday
It is totally okay. You are beautiful. Your body is perfect. You don’t have to be a size 2 to think your body is attractive. You can be a size 22, and guess what? You are still beautiful. You can’t change that fact.
It is okay if your face gets wrinkled. It is okay to have sagging jowls. The beauty industrial complex wants you to
believe that you must stay slim and have tight skin in order to be
beautiful. And let’s face it, in our
society, we equate beauty with worth.
Stop doing that.
Your worth is not in your face or your body. Your worth is you. You are worthy, you are valuable, you are you,
as you are.
Beauty has a long and rich history. Humans love beauty. We make beauty and even decide what is
beautiful. It is our society’s decision
that thin is beautiful, just as it is our society’s decision that diamonds are
valuable. Neither is inherently true,
except that our thinking makes it so.
The key word is decision.
Humans make these decisions. We
make these decisions as a group, or as an individual. We hope that the group agrees with us, but we
do not set our sight on agreement. The
thing is, when we love someone, they are beautiful.
When you look at an old woman’s face, you may think that it is less attractive. Often men age better… This is a trick of social thinking. We have all, simply been taught that men’s aging is positive, and woman’s aging is negative. This affects how we see women and men. We project this societal judgment onto how we view women and men. It’s no wonder, as men do dominate our culture.
If you wonder if men still dominate our culture, look at some
of these societal features: men are top chefs (how did that happen? Women have
been cooking since the beginning of time).
Men are leading fashion designers (did John Galliano really put women’s
heads in colored saran wrap for a fashion show?). Men outnumber women as principals of schools
and yet, women dominate as teachers…
The most effective and the best thing that we can do individually is to define ourselves as valuable and beautiful. We stand as our own judgment and we choose to judge ourselves positively and powerfully, lending power to each other for each and every day.
The flower “yells” its beauty at us.
Equity, equality, it all matters. If you want to know how to make your own
individual difference, tell yourself and your world how beautiful you are. Decide your own rules for beauty. Always, always lend that beauty to others.
Whenever I hear this trite cliché, “Everything happens for a
reason.” I want to smack a person.
This statement is only made by people who have never had
anything truly horrible happen to them, or to people who believe (erroneously)
that the bad things that happened in the past brought them to the good place
they are in the present.
I am grieving a friend and companion mother who has passed away. I have known Dolly for 17 years. In the beginning we were close and have since drifted. She is my granddaughter’s other grandmother so her presence has always been felt in my life. When our granddaughter was born, we both stayed the entire night at the hospital. We were that excited and that happy to welcome Cadence into the world. Dolly and I are two very different women who found common ground in our love for our children and granddaughter.
When we met, I was 43 and Dolly was 42. Dolly and I come from the same generational
space, we were into the hippie culture of love and marijuana. Dolly had three children at a very early age,
and I had two. We had both been raised
in poverty and suffered from the kind of neglect that comes with being from a
poor family. It wasn’t the best
beginning for either of us. We both
found good men to love, men who supported us both emotionally and financially.
In the last 17 years, all three of her children were married
and each had a child. Since that time
that I met her, her first son was murdered in a drug deal gone bad. He and his wife were estranged and Dolly lost
sight of that grandchild. Dolly’s second
son was killed by a drunk driver.
Because his child’s mother was not capable of taking care of their
child, Dolly took that child / her grandson into her home to raise.
Our kids divorced and my son got custody of our
granddaughter. For a long time, he was
generous with her time and visitation with Dolly.
Dolly was then widowed, but not before developing cancer for
the first time. Everyone was so happy
with her first remission! After Dolly
was widowed, her home became chaotic and the drug culture of her youth
returned. Dolly never used, but with her
daughter and daughter in law coming and going, it became hard to keep track of
the house.
There came a time when my granddaughter’s visitation to Dolly’s
home had to stop. It was just too risky
for her to be in that environment.
Dolly contracted cancer for a second time, but again was able to beat it. She kept her faith and her Christianity became her most important support. Dolly’s grandson was 15 years old when his girlfriend became pregnant. Dolly made the decision to bring that child into her home also.
It was just too much, it was all just too much. Remission was no longer; and after collapsing
because of her third round with cancer, Dolly passed, surely exhausted and
surely having experienced more grief than is fair for one body to experience in
a life time. So “what happened for a
reason” in Dolly’s life?
Oh, there is more to this story, much more…
Lest you think that Dolly is an anomaly, what of the thousands
of soldiers with this fate:
Soldier comes home from war missing his left leg. He suffers from PTSD and depression. His family can’t seem to reach him through the malaise of his depressed feelings. The doctors put him on medication, he doesn’t take it. Six months later he commits suicide.
Will you tell his grieving mother, father and family “everything
happens for a reason”?
Simple Facebook posts are turning into days long disagreements that often distill into name calling and facetious insults.
We seem so mad, and yes, there is good reason to be. There is so much about life that is truly difficult. There is so much about the world that is
unfair, ugly and unjust. It is daunting
for anyone who has a healthy support system.
For those who do not have those supportive relationships, it can be so
much more than daunting, all the way to disabling.
Because American culture is rooted in the love of capitalism, so many myths have grown up around capitalism. There is the myth that if you keep on trying by working, you will one day be successful and by successful, we mean financially successful. The other myth is around the rugged individual who needs nothing and no one, but who is so cool (think Clint Eastwood and John Wayne) all success comes to him. These myths make us spurn the disabled and look down upon those who have not made financial success.
We have wholeheartedly been betrayed by our own system of love
of money. First, those who will benefit
from legislation are, in fact, writing and passing legislation. This creates an unfair playing field for all
Americans. Tax deductions go to the
highest corporate bidder, the corporation that lobbies the most and bribes the
most, wins the legislative game. How did
Americans allow this to happen? How did
we allow those we trust to become those that we must not trust?
I know how I, personally, let it happen. I trusted.
I trusted those that I elected to take care of all Americans equally and
justly. It wasn’t until I read John F.
Kennedy’s book, Profiles in Courage,
that I saw that legislators were NOT to be trusted. In fact, shockingly, Kennedy’s brief
autobiographies were about exceptional people, not the average legislator.
It wasn’t enough to convince me that community leaders might
not be genuinely interested in leadership.
As a matter of fact, many community leaders have only been interested in
making themselves wealthy. No one
challenged it because for a very long time (and certainly throughout the 80s
and 90s) everyone thought that if you made money that it was a good enough
reference for your character. The whole
country loved money and if you had it, no matter how you made it, you were
admired. This was part of the cult of
success.
For decades we Americans have been dimly aware that something
is wrong with the center of our government.
An entire group of professionals (called lobbyist) grew out of our lack
of oversight. We overlooked training
physicians in ethics, and it appears that we have overlooked the ethical life
of our lawmakers. We have made no
demands on legislators and we Americans have not commented on the wealth and
benefits that they heap upon themselves (lifelong paychecks [no matter what],
excellent healthcare, etc., etc.).
Behind this behavior by our lawmakers are the wealthy
constituents who have bought and paid for a wide array of immoral and unethical
laws. We have drug companies creating
the opioid crisis, we have other drug companies charging a 1000% mark up on
life saving drugs. We have health
insurance companies giving people a death sentence by denying or postponing
coverage for their insured. We also have
food companies putting such strong insecticides on their crops that that same
insecticide is showing up in children’s cereal.
It is no wonder that the millennials do not feel that their parents have done right by them. The vast majority of Americans have been legislated from the middle class into the lower classes and won’t admit it. It takes the fresh eyes of the millennials to see what we have done to the future. They see the compromised middle class because they live it.
Somehow the powers that
be have almost convinced us that this is a race war, or a class war or any
other type of war that you can dream of.
That is why we are so angry. Because we know what we have lost, we know
that we are in a hole that it will take decades to get out of. The current American political system
demonstrates to us how far down the rabbit hole that we have fallen.
What we must do, so as not to destroy ourselves while we
recover, is to see the truth of what has happened here in America. Everything that can be done to take away from
the middle and lower classes has been done.
We are not in a war with each other, we simply want what is ours
back. We want to live in a fair and just
America, where we can trust our legislators to be true to those who elected
them rather than to big money.
We are not even in a war with corporate America, we just want what is ours back. We don’t want to give our tax breaks to the mega faceless corporation that paid our senators a million dollars each. We want that tax break for ourselves! We don’t want healthcare reserved only for the privileged few, we want healthcare for all. If pharma pulls out the boogie man of research and innovation, just know that American tax dollars pay for most of all research and innovation and Americans have never benefited from it (except to pay for overpriced medications). We just want our tax dollars back. We the American taxpayers want to benefit from the research and innovation that our tax dollars pay for, that’s all. We want what is ours to be ours.
So, let’s remember, we don’t need to be angry, there is no
race war, there is no class war. We just
want our country back from the greed of the few. We want our country returned to the benefit
of us all. That’s what America stands
for: the benefit of us all, each and every one.
It is supposed to be our 10 year history. David and I started out together. I was writing my first blog when he was
learning how to build websites. Because
David is the father of my grandson; I have always had this very special love
for him. For the blog, we worked our way
through several years of refining how to post pictures, how to save pictures
and how to back up the articles I wrote.
He installed a calendar so that I could track all of my grandchildren. Of course, David’s work was much more
difficult than mine. He had to teach
himself how to code in today’s ever-changing world.
Then last year, we had a misunderstanding. I said things, he said things. I did not realize how much David’s thinking had changed. We can’t agree on what is more important. That misunderstanding has cut us apart.
We are no longer doing this blog together, and I miss him. We are still a family: he is my grandson’s father. I did other things, to try to find peace.
I sent him cards and love notes, but nothing has helped. Even my daughter (who is NOT married to him) sides with him. She always sides against me, doesn’t she?
Families are so complicated.
We love, we leave, we cry and we argue.
We even reconcile, sometimes…
Now here I am, having my 10 year anniversary by myself. I would really rather that he would be here
with me, celebrating ten years. I love
you David and nothing will ever change that.