Your typical Tuesday night. Stuck at the gym because you stopped going when you got comfortable with your boyfriend but he cheated on you and you need to get your ass back (literally it’s concave atp). That’s where I’m at. But something amazing happens. I’m sat on the bikes with my friend (who is considerably less sweaty than I am) and a song comes on. It’s Little Mix. ‘This aint a heartbreak anthem…’. I think ‘ew’, it’s a trained reaction from making friends with the music crowd at Uni. But out cries my inner pop diva and I have a wave of motivation, a wave of emotion. I am 5 weeks clear of a devastating breakup with the first man I loved and f**king Little Mix has got me in my feels for the first time in weeks.
Suddenly, with my Little Mix mood shift, again I am sure. Sure of the cure to being in my 20s. Write a blog about it. Write a blog about this feeling.
I had been contemplating it for about 2 weeks at this point and it was Carrie Bradshaw herself that set the thoughts in motion. Sex And The City. A canon event to your twenties and thirties as a woman. If you haven’t indulged then do so now. Now me and my girls like to think we embody the energy of the group in the show. Stylish, drinking wine unstoppably, navigating career and boyfriends and fighting the patriarchy… Sadly, whilst the show’s issues mirror that of our lives, our shoes are rarely £300 Jimmy Choo’s and there aren’t always neat satisfying conclusions at the end of our weeks. If our life was a show, views would decline as soon as they realised we in fact did NOT learn our lessons and have repeated the same mistake 7 more times. And as I spent another evening with my housemates, telling them about the same issue I have been facing all week whilst ignoring all of their advice, I thought – BLOG! Naturally.
I thought to myself.. I want to bring my take on how life really is as a 20 something. I don’t want to hide anything. I want to talk about how much I still accidentally rely on male validation even as a strong feminist woman. I want to talk about the tales of my friends and the secret (seemingly innate) female jealousies that haunt us. I want to talk about sex *gasp*. Depression. Being a basic b*tch. Psychology (you’re talking to a girl with a degree in it). The awful things I do at my job. The even worse interactions I have with humans on a daily basis. I am a proud ADHD woman – Lets talk about that! Race, gender, sexual orientation, AGINGGGGG… it’s all on the cards.
Mostly I want to bring hope. A place that tells you that it’s okay because we do it too. A place that says look here’s what I did and here’s how that turned out so now you know too. Bare in mind, I am here writing this too because we all need some place to process.
I do have advice… take it or leave it…. just please enjoy the transition from girlhood to womanhood with me <3.
Lots of love,
GirlzIIWomen
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