Yesterday was International Women’s Day. I hope some of you celebrated. I did in a strange way.
I put on a bikini top, some shorts, my tennis shoes and hauled, raked, pulled and pushed crap around the yard without once worrying about my stomach sticking out, what the neighbors might think, or worrying about the last month when working out has been in the back seat.
And I thought a lot because it was a quiet day with no writing. I thought about how age can empower women, how sisters can empower women, how mothers can empower daughters and how something as simple as exposing bare, 55-year-old skin, and a beer (or in my case wine) belly can be better than shouting, raising a middle finger, or slamming a door.
This is who I am now. I like most of me but the parts that are sticking out – I’m working on it. In the meantime I’m looking for more halter tops and by June I’ll be ready for a tube top. Remember those?
And remember this – International Woman’s Day is every day.