I think it’s interesting how we as women are depicted in the media. Sometimes I find it overwhelming. We are supposed to be sexy, boss babes who get it all done. We are supposed to be super maternal (whilst being sexy as hell) all while juggling kids, pets, cleaning and organic, nut free, litter-free school lunches. Oh, and we always have to be smiling. The social media sphere can become a gladiator ring, pitting woman against woman on who is doing it ALL the BEST.

I am getting so tired of this. Everyone is striving so hard to be “the best” at something, that they are willing to throw each other under the bus, throwing shade left, right and centre at those who don’t meet their mark. The pressure to be everything to everyone can be crippling. The funny thing is, when I openly talk about this, there are SO many women who feel the same way. So why are we doing this to ourselves? This isn’t a rant about being a marginalized member of society. This is a post about sisterhood, and why it’s necessary for survival.

I have struggled with so many things lately. Work, health, relationships etc. Life can throw you for some loops. Each and every time I have reached out to a ‘sister’, I have been met with hugs, love and laughter which is almost always what I need. I choose to have authentic relationships with REAL women, none of whom are judging me and making me feel less than. There are strong women all around me who can offer advice, solace or a good glass of wine. My ‘sisters’ pick me up.

I think of tribes where woman gather in the way we have for countless centuries. They work together, tell stories, help each other and support each others families. I do this one a month at my yoga studio. The woman who owns the studio knows the importance of these gatherings and how powerful women can be when in support of each other. In this day and age, it can be hard to meet up and stay in touch. The ease of communication over platforms like Facebook or Instagram make you feel like you are in constant connection. However, I have found that healing happens in the company of women, not through “likes”.

Mother’s day has just passed here. I am reminded of all the powerful women in my family. The past, the present and the future. I am grateful for the community of women who have raised me, and the community of female friends who continue to raise me. I have hopefully leaned in and embodied their teachings.

Remember, the next time you are judging and comparing yourself to another sister, what she may be putting out there for you to see is her mask. Not her true identity. Show yourself some compassion. Sit down and pick up the phone. Use it to call one of your sisters. You’ll be glad you did.



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