Our Looks, Our Lives: Sex, Beauty, Power and the Need To Be Seen by Nancy Friday.
I picked up this book, originally, while in the CA Credential Program, as a way to better understand what I would be up against, in terms of adolescent girls. What I didn't know was how much I would take from it, regarding my personal life, as a n adult. This book is genius in its attempt to discuss and find some reason in the chaotic world of being a woman.
I picked up this book, originally, while in the CA Credential Program, as a way to better understand what I would be up against, in terms of adolescent girls. What I didn't know was how much I would take from it, regarding my personal life, as a n adult. This book is genius in its attempt to discuss and find some reason in the chaotic world of being a woman.
Mostly what I missed for years, however, was the absolute
sureness of self, the bravery that I owned prior to adolescence,
that self-image inside that made every door I opened and optimistic
adventure; why would people note love me? (p247).
So much of my own sense of self seemed to vanish in the seventh grade. I began to understand the concept of beauty- and I was not it. I began to understand the concept of making an attempt to better one's self-image, and for that I just had no time, interest, or perhaps, I thought it not worth it to bother any way.
I really should read this book again- it's not about being a feminist, I learned this later in life I suppose as I watched the pretty girls, I realized, somehow, or conjured it in my brain, that smarts would have to carry my weight- and yet, that in itself, didn't always work either.
I miss who I was as a kid. I was gracious, thoughtful, kind and I believed in magic. I still believe in some form of magic, but I also feel that there are times in which...
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