One Thing That Makes Being A Woman More Difficult
In this day and age, there is no denying that it is hard to be a woman. Everywhere we look, we are faced with unrealistic expectations of what we should be and how we should look.
Billboards. Magazines. Models. Photoshop. Expectations. Expectations. Expectations.
In this day and age, there is no denying that it is hard to be a woman. Everywhere we look, we are faced with unrealistic expectations of what we should be and how we should look. We are expected to look like a super model, keep a fabulous and fit body, but still be able to kick back with the boys, drink beer and eat pizza.
We are expected to have the brains of Eleanor Roosevelt along side the looks of Gisele Bundchen. It is a hard uphill battle that we never seem to win. It’s hard being a woman. But the only other people who know how hard is; are women alike us. So why do we keep knocking each other down instead of building each other up?
The only thing that makes being a woman harder than it already is; is having other women work to bring you down. It’s catty, it’s mean, it’s hurtful and most of all it’s not productive. It inspires me to think of a day when instead of hearing women discuss frivolous things like appearance; I hear women encouraging others. I hope for a day where instead of competing, we support one another.
Of course, we all have our girlfriends who support us. I’m talking on a larger scale- generally speaking. I want to always see things like when I look at a Youtube video of a young girl singing, and scroll down to see the comments: they are majoritively positive. I want to see the point where instead of hiding behind the keys of our message boards and putting each other down, we give nothing but encouraging words.
Nothing good comes out of deliberately bashing another woman. You don’t become any better of a person, you don’t become any prettier or more talented yourself, you just remain negative; and while you remain negative, you’ve potentially hurt someone else’s feelings and shattered a piece of their confidence.
We need to stop. It’s as simple as that. Insecurities are hard to overcome. Every single woman has them. However, the only other people who could possibly understand them, berating us instead, only double our insecurities.
So I propose that the next time any of us feel the urge to stink eye, we smile instead. That the next time we feel the urge to make a nasty remark, we make a nice one instead, and that the next time we want to criticize, instead, we encourage. 
