So here’s the deal. I’m an intelligent woman in a good job. I’m a great friend. I’m funny. I am not entirely hideous and I’m neither hugely over nor under weight. I have spent so long faking self confidence that I’ve pretty much tricked even me into believing in myself. In business I am firm but fair and get the job done in a timely and efficient manner (the CV dream), be that at work or at home dealing with difficult situations. I always get my way in the end. Yet here’s the thing; when it comes to matters of the heart, if I really give a damn about a man, I will let him walk all over me. I become a total and utter doormat. By saying that I feel like I am completely unravelling all the years of hard work and amazing strength of my foremothers (are we calling them that!?), who fought to overcome all the social prejudices and put women and men on an equal standing. To prove that we don’t need a man to validate us or “bring home the bacon” (I’m a vegetarian anyway, so tofu in my case –
Just a little bit of me and my dreams.