I keep thinking about femininity and graciousness.
In the city that I live in, the girls, women, don’t seem to respect themselves. I didn’t grow up in the nicest place and being crass and brutal was sometimes expected rather than abhorred. As I’ve grown older and away from people of that ilk and had time to consider the type of person I want to be and the things about myself I ought to change, I’ve come to notice a common theme. That these girls and young women, don’t seem to see themselves very clearly. They all want to be beautiful but they don’t see beauty as something they already are. They want to be sexual but don’t understand that intellect, taste, expression can be sexual, not just flesh and willingness. They want to be successful but they don’t know what they’re aiming for.
I see them and I feel sad. I feel like I’m outside of a circle or lost in an era that everyone else forgot. I am not old, I am not prudish, I am not close minded. I am afraid.
I want girls to want to read books, to dress for their figures, to look after their bodies, to have passion for causes and celebrate individuality and kindness. I don’t want to see girls wearing pants, stilettos and a vest, inebriated beyond all decency, falling to their knees in the street, crying about their hopelessness. Yet I see it everyday.
