It’s the 16th of June, 2013.
Here we go, a year-long vow.
To ease back from judging women. Within the particular storm of hate around Julia Gillard at the moment, living in a porn-saturated world, a confusing world: I vow. To ease my thoughts back from judging women. As often as I can, again and again. For being skinny. Liking clothes. For their looks. For what they do to their looks. For what they don’t do. Their waxing, their botox. Their feral edges, tracksuit days. For selfies, for their status updates. Substance abuse, for their current partner. For being alone. Their work, lack of work; education, and lack of it. Motherhood or no. Contraception or no. Drinking or inhaling. Porn or Christianity. Worldliness or naivety.
Really. The judgements can be so instantaneous and sly. Hard to catch. But they are there, subtle, sneaking around as I have been taught to do. Snipey comments, those hips are from her grandmother. My side of the family doesn’t have that. I don’t think you should wear that. Burrowing mindworms.
So, a year, at least, of applying my own consciousness to my own.