... that I am a woman, or an artist, or a wife. I am not ashamed of my looks, my belly, my clothes with paint stains, or the fact that I have been listening to the same music for the last 20 years.
I am disheartened. I am discouraged. And I am not ashamed to say that I do not know it all or have all the right answers all the time.
I am ashamed of you who think that bettering yourself means to put someone beneath you. I am doubly ashamed at the women who do this to other women because they have succumbed to feelings of shame or self-loathing placed upon them by yet another someone. This cycle is what has to end to allow women better positions in this world.
When will women band together honestly and truthfully to HELP each other, instead of intentionally hurting each other?
But to be totally honest, there is one thing I am ashamed about. I do not know how to change these relationships, or the environments that breed such loathsome competition and back-stabbing. Maybe ashamed isn't the right word. I am disappointed in myself for not being able to make the kind of changes that I think would make strides in fixing those issues.
I am disappointed because it sometimes seems as though there is no chance that these attitudes will ever shift. And that is a disheartening prospect.
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