08/16/2025
This is not a post about Pamela Anderson.
But this picture is such a great representation of what we care and do not care about. This picture ( and others like it) sparked hatred, cruelty, judgement and blatant misogyny.
Women cried out how she needed more makeup and said the bangs are ugly. Men said worse.
But Pamela Anderson no longer cares that the world wants her in a red bathing suit.
Sadly there still exists a large population of this earth that still does care. A population that believes women are here to look good for men. That our power comes from our sexual attractiveness and trying to make ourselves fit the mold of what that is.
And maybe there is a biological component. S*x is survival of the species. All creatures flaunt their feathers to attract a mate. If it makes you feel good to flaunt then flaunt. Go ahead and have fun with your sexuality and your life!
But when the baby making days are over we find our true power is about something else entirely. It always was, but the pressure was so strong and so prevalent in our society that it was hard to see past those beauty standards.
Even when it was no longer for men. We still looked at ourselves in the mirror and wanted to be something better, slimmer, sleeker, firmer. We looked, and for decades we told our reflections that they weren’t enough. They weren’t beautiful. And that breaks my heart.
Look again please. Can you see the strength, the courage, the ability and the love? That is what makes you beautiful. The scars, the sagging, the gray, the grief, the laugh lines, the fat, the realness.
It is you, amazing warrior!
Look at all you’ve done in your life.
That is worth love. That is worth admiration. That is true beauty.
We are women. We are the mothers, the grandmothers, the healers, the nurturers, the life-givers. We don’t need to look like some unattainable image we’ve carried in our heads and shackled ourselves to, dragging the chains through our lives everywhere we go. In dressing rooms. At the beach. At the salons getting dyed, waxed and injected. In bed with a man where we self-consciously keep our cellulite at a certain angle. In the relationships where we were discarded and felt it was a reflection of our own worth, rather than his.
It’s time we Let. It. Go.
Let’s allow ourselves to be free.
Let today be the day you stop telling that girl( because thats when it started) in the mirror she is falling short. Tell her you see her. Clearly for the first time. Tell her you’re amazed. And from now on you’ll see she is much more than enough.
Tell her that serenity, kindness, self- knowledge and confidence are the most beautiful things. And that you no longer care what the testosterone driven world thinks.
