Growing up with the motto, “Never let them see you sweat,” sets one up for failure. For some reason, it’s believed to be a badge of honor to be a woman juggling the sun, moon, and stars without breaking a sweat. Somehow it was encouraged to smile, be nice, and never let the world know you are breaking under the pressure. As a woman, if you cry, you’re looked upon as weak. If you rage, you’re being hormonal. If you say you can’t do something, you’re looked upon as being inferior. If you say you can do it all, you’re taken for granted. If you say you will try, you might as well have said you will do it for the word “try” had fallen on deaf ears. If you get depressed, you get medicated or…ignored.
So as a woman, you are at 100% if you could cook, clean, raise children, have a career, maintain the physique of a 12 year old boy, balance the Madonna/Whore, be happy, and never complain. The stress of it all can break you. I wonder how many women are on medication to maintain a happy medium. I wonder how many women self medicate to survive another day in the gilded cage society created, I wonder how many women are silently battling stress and do not know it. I wonder.