I received a message from a former co-worker/friend a couple of weeks ago that rocked my world.
She asked me if I felt appropriate wearing crop tops around my children and if so, did I receive dirty looks from other mothers? She had asked me this because she had been through some nasty mom-shaming from other so-called “Christian moms” in the past year...
This blew my mind. First of all, I have never known this woman to be anything but confident, an amazing mother, wise in her health and wellness choices, and intent on not losing herself in the process of motherhood. She is someone I applauded...and she was asking ME what my thoughts were on this matter? I paused...oh my gosh, she is questioning her worth and her ability to be a good mother because of some nasty women and their insecurities...I felt the mama bear in me come out.
Just recently I had a gal whom I’ve known for quite awhile now, take me out to coffee and apologize for not supporting me in past decisions of mine to run a network marketing business, compete in a pageant, and essentially be super extra in everything I do. I was absolutely caught off guard in the most pleasant way. I had been naive to think she had always been supporting and rooting for me even when she was not. Ignorance was bliss in this instance and I sure am glad I did not know at the time that she, along with many others I know, were most likely laughing behind my back. It would have crushed me then.
I’m stronger now. I’m brave. I’m confident. I stick up for those who do not have a voice. I told my former co-worker and friend that yes, I absolutely feel confident and appropriate wearing crop tops around my children and out in public because I do it in a way that is tasteful (in my opinion). I dress for myself. I wear what makes me feel confident and I quit seeking validation from other people awhile ago. It’s the only way I can be my most true and authentic self.
I won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. I will be some people’s cup of tea. The latter is who I will spend my time with. I will go where I am celebrated, not where I am tolerated.
I told this sweet gal who reached out to me- “Do YOU, mama! Let those hens cluck and throw up a big ole peace sign on your way out the door”.