So basically, I like to think about women in history as being human. Who doesn't? They totally were. But, because they are dead sometimes we give them just too high a pedestal...it's like we don't want to talk shit because we know they can't defend themselves from the grave. If this blog is about real women, (mostly), then lets get real.
Cleopatra had gas from time to time. She could have had terrible acne. Marie Curie could have been a very discrete slut. Pocahontas could have had cankles. Think about it.
Yet, despite all these unknowns, they still managed to accomplish wonderful achievements. Isn't that something we should be able to do? Acceptance is the first step to improvement. So, you have big hips from your mother's side...move on! It's really what you do with those hips that counts. Are you shy? Is your stride quick, because you hope no one will see the curvaceous beauty that was desired by men like Henry VIII or Alexander the great? I know that as impressionable young girls, we hear this "it's what's on the inside that matters," all the time. But, as women, we should be able to acknowledge just how true that statement is.
After acceptance, what comes next?
ACTION! Get the ball rolling. Think positive and work out your flaws through expression...
I don't know how else to say this...BE YOUR SELF.
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