What is a woman? What makes her beautiful? Worthy? Important?
As a society, we’ve decided to define womanhood in competition or subjection to manhood – not in cooperation, as designed. As competitors with men, we are their equals, we fight on the same playing fields, we even the scores, we lean in, and so on. In subjection to men, we define beauty by extremes of conspicuous consumption – doing things that obviously set us apart as women who do not – who cannot – work. We make ourselves childlike, and bind ourselves into youth and hypersexuality.
But what if none of that is what woman is?
What if that’s not the design?
What if the design is amazing, and strong, and beautiful, and intelligent, and active? What if the design is kind, and thoughtful, and considerate? What if the design is less about grabbing the goods of this world, and more about eternity? What if competition – with men, with each other, with the imaginary perfect woman – was exactly what we weren’t supposed to be doing?
This world is full of great women. But we don’t see them. Rhinestones are shinier than pearls, but pearls are more valuable. We don’t see ourselves. In constantly comparing ourselves and one another to something else, we have lost our nature, lost our true wealth, to pursue things that we can never have.
So, what is woman? Let’s talk about that.