I read this today (after Joy the Baker recommended it in her weekly and always amazing ‘Let it be Sunday’ post), and it really struck me. I definitely know what this feels like, to have been raised in a way where putting others’ happiness before my own was more important. To always be aware of others’ feelings, and subordinate my opinions and thoughts so as not to ‘upset’ anyone. Well, this blog post, and the past few days, have inspired me to really commit to reversing this behavior that’s been ingrained in my mind. I’m going to try and be kind, instead of waiting and hoping that OTHERS will find me ‘nice’. I’m tired of being the ‘nice girl’. Here’s to kind women – may we be them, may we raise them. And thank you, Asia, for writing this post.
This post is a bit of a departure from my normal blog material (namely— nature, plants, poetry, ecology and metaphor), but with the coming march on Washington this weekend, and the potency of so many women standing in their power across the county— proclaiming, in hard set voices and many-faceted hearts, that we will not stand by and see any section of the population belittled — has me thinking of the old ways that are ready to die. The tired ways of seeing that are about to expire. It has set me thinking, most particularly, about a concept in our culture that is utterly, and completely, worn out.
The nice girl.
You know what I mean. You might even be one yourself.
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At some point growing up I internalized the idea of needing to be a “nice girl.” It was never something my parents proffered, it…
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