Why is it that some girls just have all the luck? They find the perfect shoes for the perfect outfit, they succeed faster in the work force, and they can even win $20 off a dollar scratch-off they bought with their morning brew. Are these the women that magazines tell us have it all and don’t work hard for it? Or are they, perhaps, the women that have an effortless life on the surface, but if one was to dig past the platforms and tailored skirt, they would find evidence of a human being that has struggles and strife like the rest of our feminine brood? These are most certainly questions that can be thrown around for a young lady, in her twenties, trying to find solid footing on a ground where too many great women have walked before. Furthermore, these fresh faces are finding it harder to delve into a world of weekday heels and handbags simply because the microscope on society in a woman’s town has the HD capabilities to make even perfection look putrid. Looking effortless and feeling effortless cannot, and will not ever, be able to coincide. In order for life to work, there is work to be done. Putting aside the lucrative trust fund kiddos of Hollywood and other high society places, money does not simply grow for us to snatch off of a tree, and finding the right man, job, and personal style all come at a price that no one, trust funds included, can afford. It turns life into a bit of an adventure, most certainly a struggle, but a worthwhile journey in the end. To turn around and look back and see a life worth living may be the prized possession after all. In the meantime, however, we wake up every day hoping for a bigger piece of the pie, only to find out we’re still not ready to take such a large bite out of life, and we tend to choke on not only what we attempted to chew, but also on the words we use to try to talk ourselves out of such a bold endeavor.
Who is it we should look to for guidance, then? If we are encouraged to work hard and fight the fight our own way, do we still need a muse to get us through the squabbles in society, or do we simply find our own personal source of strength over time? I think, perhaps, it may be a combination of the two, with the latter coming out on top in the end. To become our own person, we tend to blend (or strive to, anyways) together those people we see in life that have what we desire. There is no harm, no foul, and no shame in looking to others for guidance, but still being ourselves in the process. If a woman was to mash together her three favorite people (moms included, of course) to try and mold her own identity, is she still not being herself? She cannot be labeled as a follower, an imitator, or even shallow. We all do it; we all are pieces of people we admire. Society is too quick and too unforgiving and fails to see that we all, in some way, shape or form, have pieces of one another in, well, everyone. It can be considered the common ground; a place where the footing is a little bit easier to grasp, even in heels and even next to the older and wiser woman who has been in your exact position once before.
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