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04/06/2014

#NotAllMen but, #YesAllWomen

I have said it before – I don't like hashtags. I would say it again, but they are starting to grow on me. Not in the “#Ilovemy #fiance who #tookmefordinner in #whiterock where we #watchedthesunset #lovehim #thisislove #love #lucky #fiance #whiterock #dinner #romantic” kind of way, because that is just bad grammar and it bugs me … but I like them in the sense that, when used properly, they allow certain issues (like #ItGetsBetter) to draw the attention they deserve.

The newest hashtag that I have come across that I deem worth following is the #YesAllWomen one. It stems off the #NotAllMen one.

My understanding, from what I've been able to find on these hashtags, is that someone posted something saying that #NotAllMen are molesters, sexual predetors, abusers, misogynists etc. The rebuttal, or response, was that even though #NotAllMen are like that, #YesAllWomen have to deal with the ones who ARE like that.

For example, a friend of mine, ShantiniKlaassen wrote in her blog a list of reasons why #YesAllWomen have to deal with these issues, and it was solely based upon her own experiences. At first I felt as though I could write my own list and that it would be difficult, emotionally, to do so because it would bring up past hurt and resentment.

I've decided to face it and write my list anyway. The fact that I felt ashamed of my list is a reason why I should write it at all. I shouldn't be ashamed of being a woman, nor should I be ashamed of the things which I have had to endure for being a woman.

#YesAllWomen Because when I was little I wanted to be just like my big brother and when I started to act like him and dress like him, I got made fun of.

#YesAllWomen Because I have constantly been referred to as a “tomboy” for dressing in comfortable or athletic clothing.

#YesAllWomen Because in grade six, I bought my first pair of “girly” pants and got ogled by every boy in my class.

#YesAllWomen Because when I was only 13 years old I got sexually and physically abused by my neighbour almost every day for over a year.

#YesAllWomen Because nobody knew what I was going through because I was afraid of what might happen if they found out.

#YesAllWomen Because I still feel like a statistic when anyone finds out about the abuse I endured.  The stigma is unavoidable.

#YesAllWomen Because when the sexual abuse started, I stopped wearing “girly” clothes because I didn't want anyone to see my body and think it was okay to touch it because they liked how it looked.

#YesAllWomen Because I started dating behind my parents' backs before I was supposed to because I needed to prove to myself that #NotAllMen are like “him.”

#YesAllWomen Because when I was 16 years old, I was crying in my bed, talking to my mother and I told her my theory - “All men are pigs until proven otherwise” and she told me that this was no way to think. I understand how that seems bad on my part because #NotAllMen are pigs... but I was going on the assumption that the world was an unsafe place for me as a female and I needed to be wary of men as a whole until each one proved to me to be trustworthy.

#YesAllWomen Because from the time I was 16 until I was in my mid twenties, I rarely went longer than a few months being single because I found it hard to be okay with who I was (and who the world saw me to be) without having a man at my side.

#YesAllWomen Because when I lost my virginity at age 19, it was not by choice.

#YesAllWomen Because when the rapist I was dating broke up with me, he said that he never loved me and was using me for sex and to clean his house and do his laundry.

#YesAllWomen Because I did all of those things so that he wouldn't leave me.

#YesAllWomen Because I feel like I can't play sports with a group of guys without my husband playing alongside me. Like I need “permission” to be there.

#YesAllWomen Because when I went to say hello to a guy at my church a few years ago, he followed it up with a Facebook message telling me not to give the wrong impression to guys, and then gave me a list of suitable females to befriend.

#YesAllWomen Because when I had my first job my boss made my female coworker and I scrub the floors so he could stare at our asses.

#YesAllWomen Because in high school I did a strongman competition in the women's open class (women of every size and weight) while the guys got to be distributed into 4 weight classes, making the competition more fair. I ended up doing a tug-o-war for third place against a girl twice my weight.

#YesAllWomen Because I felt ashamed of myself when I lost to her even though I did my best and was clearly disadvantaged.

#YesAllWomen Because I feel like I should use a pseudonym when I publish my book so that people take it seriously, not as written by a woman.

#YesAllWomen Because I used to be anorexic.  And like a recovering alcoholic, I may not be in the depths of it anymore, but it doesn't take much to get back into that cycle.  I have to be diligent every day to avoid falling into a full on battle.

#YesAllWomen Because my dad used to call me “slim” as a little girl. Then one day he asked me what I'd do if I got fat. I told him “Daddy, I'd kill myself.” I was 9 years old.

#YesAllWomen Because my dad called me “Mr. Girly Man” when I showed up for a coffee date with him once wearing workout shorts and shirt that showed my muscular arms and legs.

#YesAllWomen Because every time I see my dad now, I feel like I have to dress up so that he thinks I am pretty and consequently says nice things about my appearance, or just nothing negative. 

#YesAllWomen Because when I got married I got up before 5:00am every morning for two weeks to make a hot breakfast for my husband and to pack his lunch. I'd make him dinner every night as well. I wrote little notes to put in his lunch kit. After two weeks of this I got sick (like, actually physically came down with something) and as I lay in bed that morning I cried because I felt like I'd failed him as his wife.

#YesAllWomen Because I can't go through the lineup at Superstore without distracting my husband so he doesn't see the scantily clad women on the magazine covers.

#YesAllWomen Because I'm afraid if he sees them in all their falsified perfection, I won't appeal to him at all.

#YesAllWomen Because every day I feel a battle for what I should wear – should I dress nice and feel “pretty” and good about myself? ... Or should I cover up and hide my beauty so that I don't get ogled or potentially raped if I walk down the street alone?

#YesAllWomen Because like my friend Shantini, I too walk from my car to my apartment with my keys between my fingers like they taught me in grade two to protect myself against any potential attackers.

#YesAllWomen Because in grade two, they taught all the girls my age to aim between the legs if someone attacks you.

#YesAllWomen Because growing up I suffered from major gender identity issues. I acted like a boy in so many ways, but the world expected me to be a girl.

#YesAllWomen Because from a very young age I wished that there was no such thing as gender because I saw how they separated us according to it. Boys vs Girls. No girls allowed etc.  They forced us into molds based on preconceived notions of what it meant to be male or female.

#YesAllWomen Because I switched gyms due to the fact that the one closest to my house has a women's only section that didn't have the free weights I wanted to use... if I went to the “guys” side which was supposed to be for everyone, I got weird looks, being the only female there.

#YesAllWomen Because before I switched gyms, I wouldn't go without a guy to come work out with me as a “workout partner” - but it was just so I'd have a free pass to the good weights and a protector from all the other guys there.

#YesAllWomen Because men stare at me if I act too “manly” (lifting weights and grunting like any human would when lifting that much weight) … and also if I dress too “girly” because the shape of my body draws their attention, even if the only skin showing is on my neck, arms and calves.

#YesAllWomen Because I sell beauty products for a living and I feel like I'm bad at my job if my skin isn't flawless.

#YesAllWomen Because for years I HATED the idea of being pregnant someday because it would ruin my body and I couldn't stand the idea of not having a perfect body. I was terrified of being ugly.

#YesAllWomen Because when I was anorexic, I weighed myself multiple times a day and wrote my weight on the bathroom mirror with a marker. If it went down, I drew a smiley face. If it went up, I drew sad or angry faces.

#YesAllWomen Because I got so obsessed with my weight that my friend had to take my scale away from me.

#YesAllWomen Because I only lasted a couple of weeks of trying to eat every day and not throw up before I found the scale, weighed myself and had an emotional break down when I saw that I'd gained ten pounds from eating properly.

#YesAllWomen Because I can't decide if I want girls or boys when I have kids because every girl will have to be subject to all of this crap, and every boy will be taught to treat girls like crap, no matter how much I try to teach him otherwise.

#YesAllWomen Because this list is almost three pages long, and I could keep going.


As I thought it would be, this was difficult to get through. But there it is, world. All the things that I had to endure because of men who have been taught horrible things about women, or because of things that the world has taught me about why I am not good enough as a woman. This doesn't excuse some of the choices that I made, but it sure explains some of them.

So how do we go about bringing children into this world without fear that they will be taught all of the same horrible things that we were taught? All I can think to say on that is this:

#BeTheChange It starts with me. It starts with you.

Thanks for "listening."




05/05/2014

I need a jolt from a lightning bolt - something to get me going

Just a disclaimer: this may offend some people.  I've been told by my aunt once (in a birthday card, I might add) that I sometimes share too much on the internet.  Well, I'm a "don't hold back" kind of girl, and I always have been.  Those who know me have learned to appreciate that side of me.  I hope you can be one of those people.  I've gone through a lot in the last two(ish) years and things have been hard for me.  I also met the love of my life, and got married to him exactly one month ago, today.  I'm currently out of work and looking for a fresh start, but I just don't really know where to find it.  I'm playing the waiting game with God, rather than trying to do what I did before my head injury - things according to my own understanding.  Hopefully this leads to a turn around at some point soon, because I feel like I'm stuck in bottomless pit kind of slow downward spiral... and I mean that in the least depressing way possible :)

Alright, here it is:

May 5th, 2014, 2:00am

Right now, I feel like I am stuck, and at the same time, I feel like I am on the verge of something bigger and better than I’ve ever experienced.   All these things, I have dreamed of them for so long, and then gone back to living my less than ordinary life.  Is that good enough for me?  Is that all I’m meant to be is just some dreamer who is really good at being nice to people?  Can’t I be good at something bigger than that?  Can’t I make paintings that turn people’s heads and draw their eyes?  Can’t I write a book that is relevant and won’t just get lost in someone’s recycling bin?  Can’t I do something that makes us enough money where we can live that dream of flipping houses together and even building that house that I designed over a decade ago?  Can’t I?

I know the power of words.  “Should” is a big one for me.  I don’t like to say that I should do one thing or another, because I don’t feel it is right to put limits on something as limitless as life.  I just asked the question “Can’t I?” five times, but asking that question is so much different than if I were to say, “I can’t.”  I don’t like to say “I can’t” any more than I like to say “I should.” 

“All things are possible through Christ who gives me strength.”  Of course, this needs to be applied within reason.  Things are possible, yes, but are they aligned with God’s heart?  Maybe God doesn’t want me to succeed, at least not in the way I have my heart set on.  Maybe what He wants is for me to find my worth in Him.  Maybe that is why He keeps allowing things in my life that pull the carpet out from under me just when I am about to get somewhere good – on my own merit.  I like to think that God and I have a good relationship and that my heart is in the right place.  I don’t think I want to be “successful” so that I can have people be in awe of me.  Goodness, I just want to feel like I can be good at something, rather than just okay at various things.  I am an okay singer, I am an okay cook, I am an okay writer, I am an okay painter, I am an okay wife.  I want to be better, but I have no idea how.  I sit down with a blank canvas in front of me, I dip my brush in the paint, brush it across the canvas and I come up with the same old crap that I made last time ... or worse... and I wonder why nobody pays attention to my art.  It needs to be worth noticing.  The painting on my dining room wall is worth noticing.  It is vibrant and colourful.  I want SO badly to say that it is my creation, but it was a collaborative effort between myself and my bridesmaids.  How awful is it that it makes me bitter that they were in on it?  I had this idea in my head of what I wanted it to look like, and because they were all there, they threw paint at the canvas and suddenly it was not mine at all.  It was ours.  That made me feel frustrated.  Everyone who sees the painting will ask if I did it, and I will have to say no, and that it was done by me and a bunch of others.  Like I said, this makes me bitter.  I love the painting.  It’s just that it sits there as a reminder to me that I apparently can’t do anything worth noticing on my own.  There’s that word.  Can’t.


For those of you bridesmaids and friends of mine who helped create the beautiful art that currently adorns my dining room wall, I mean nothing personal by this.  It could have been Vincent Van Gogh back from the dead helping me make that thing and I still would have felt the same way.  Here’s hoping it just inspires me to something bigger and better all on my own.

Sorry for unleashing the "drama" that is my heart right now.

Sorry for apologizing for my feelings - I'm Canadian.  It's what we do.

Thanks for "listening."