Girls. The world owes you an apology. The television, the magazines, the news reports, and all mankind. They’ve done you wrong. And I, for one, am sorry about it.
They’re trying to kill you. And once they’ve finished, they’re going after your daughters.
Don’t believe me? Just flip on the TV. They say you’re not sexy enough. You’re overweight. Your swimsuit isn’t tiny enough. Your hair should be blonder, darker, straighter, and you need more volume.
Not only that, but you’re dowdy. Your lips are too small; hips too big. You’ve got bags under your eyes, your teeth could be whiter, chest bigger, arms less flabby, midsection tighter.
I’m just warming up.
You need new clothes, new shoes, and it’d be nice if you could find a pair of better-fitting, more expensive jeans. Your skin is old-looking, you need a tan, a firmer hindsection, lose that baby-weight, and wax those forearms.
You talk too much. You don’t cook enough. You’re not strict enough with your kids. You need regular exercise twice per hour.
You need more school, more credibility, more accredited classes, more professional know-how, management skills, leadership training, certifications, administrative growth.
And for God’s sake, get a little confidence.
You drink too much coffee, not enough coconut water. You consume too much butter, not enough palm oil. You don’t eat quinoa, pomegranate, kale, bone broth, kambucha, brewer’s yeast.
What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to kill yourself?
You eat too much bacon, butter, ham, beef, cheese, potatoes, and fried chicken. Clean up your diet. Clean up your potty mouth. And fold that laundry.
Read this book—everyone’s reading it. Go see that movie—it’s the most important film of our decade. Keep up with current events. Sign your boy up for every sporting team available. Make sure your daughter practices piano.
Hate these people, they deserve it. Don’t talk to her, she’s got a bad reputation. Never give handouts to the homeless—you don’t know how they’ll spend it. Trust no one. Question everything.
Don’t believe in God. Instead, tell people you’re spiritual.
You’re too young. You’re too old. You’re too tall, too short, too uneducated, too talkative, too shy, too serious, too silly, too stupid, too weak, too ugly, too narrow-minded, too outside-the-box, too unmotivated.
They are telling you who you are and what you should be doing. You’ve seen them in every checkout-aisle magazine, internet ad, and underwear commercial. There’s no way you could miss them, they’re practically shouting at you from each corner of the room.
Well, I hope you’re still listening, girls. Because now it’s my turn to say something.
They’re liars. Every damn one. And they owe you an apology.
Because there is no such thing as imperfection.