In the weekend section of the Guardian newspaper they have a shorts section each week called "What I'm Really Thinking". This week my mum gave this to me and suggested I read it. What it said spoke to me in such a profound way I felt I had to share with with all my fans. Reading this article it felt like someone had reached into my heart and pulled out all those things I'm too cynical, too sarcastic, too defensive to say. I genuinely think it will have changed the way I express myself and in some ways that makes me sad. Below I present what I'm really thinking, but could never find the words to say:
I wish I could meet this person, I think we would be friends. I'd like to think we could go to the gym together and get coffee (....cake) together and not feel like we have to justify each others life choices with every conversation. To not slowly descend into a characature of yourself because it doesn't sit right with people - no normal woman could have made this choice.
More than anything else this article scares me, actually. To read and write in to the Guardian (not to mention have your own home gym) suggests the writer is a fair bit older than me. I dream of the day people stop asking when I will change my mind, raise their eyebrows when I say I don't want children. "I bet you will have more children than the rest of us" is the phrase I hear most in my life. I wonder if anyone has ever considered how degrading it is to constantly have one of your life's biggest choices belittled on an almost weekly basis? If I took up going to church and people laughed and asked when I would give that up time and time again, you would be labelled bigoted or racist.
If this writers experience is anything to go by I might have more years of defending myself than I would like.
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