Women I admire
I have learnt that one should question those who one admires; think about the reasons why we may hold some individuals as idols, even demi-gods, and others as waste-of-space lowlifes. I believe it all lies in justification.
This post is focusing on women because from my experience it has been the women in my life that have truly lifted me up from ashes of depression and dismal disarray. My unwavering network of female family members and friends has given me a newfound perpetual inner confidence that my illness had removed.
Feminism is key.
Since my diagnosis I have become more aware of those who capture my admiration. As a young adult typically I had approbation for the women spread across glossy magazine covers because I thought that they had made it; success I had defined was fame.
What I have learnt is that fame is not everything; in fact some people who I hold as idols are those I meet every single day. This is not to derive the successes of women who have fame and fortune, Jennifer Lawrence, Amal Clooney and Jessica Alba to name a few; however these individuals have so much more to offer than their beauty, acting abilities or A-list titles.
For me adoration needs to be justified:
Amal Clooney: United Nations Human Rights barrister who has fought tirelessly to tackle international criminality, most notably preventing sexual violence in conflict zones.
Jennifer Lawrence: Outspoken feminist, who has advocated for progressive projects to help the people of America- Planned Parenthood, the World Food Programme and Thirst Project -to name a few. She has publicly opposed Trump’s presidency.
Jessica Alba: Self-made businesswoman through her Honest company and an ambassador for the 1Goal movement to provide education to children in Africa. Her countless charity work including participation with Clothes Off Our Back, Habitat for Humanity, National Center for Missing and Exploited Children is superfluous.
But what about the regular, every day woman who is without such public prowess?
[Structuring my day has been vital in my recovery and I have been exercising regularly at a well-renowned gym to keep my body healthy. For those unaware; the medication I am prescribed causes weight gain and bloating; as a young woman body image is still something I care about so this has been imperative in making me feel well again.]
Since my diagnosis I realise that one of my pleasures in life is people watching. I am a natural observer. It means that for every person I see or interact with I imagine or put together an individual storyboard.
I admire the woman I met 3 days ago at a gym class who told me that after 9 months of raising her second child she felt well enough to make it; she already looked fabulous. I admire the women who bring their children into the gym and work out whilst simultaneously nurturing their young. One lady was blow-drying her hair and doing her makeup whilst her three-year old son was pulling at her leg asking what she had made for lunch. She had the body of a VS model and the face of a goddess. Enchanting.
I admire the unsung heroes who go about their lives every day whilst tackling their own inner daemons. Not to say children are demonic, but having been a nanny myself being a mother is a full-time job. Taking care of myself right now is hard enough work.
If I take a step back and look at the women in my life, goddesses and angels surround me. I am fortunate enough to have a nuclear family. My parents – who both work from home- were able to dedicate their lives in helping with my recovery. The majority of my friendship group have entirely differing circumstances where familial/parental relationships have been far more harrowing than my own; yet, they are stronger than steel.
I adore the women in my life and I have a newfound appreciation for their woes. My illness has brought me closer to them than ever before, I feel hugely supported and loved as I stare at the countless photos and cards they wrote to me whilst I was institutionalised.
Keep those ones in your life, trust me.