I read Jennifer Lawrence’s essay on the pay gap in Hollywood. She put the blame for accepting lower pay on herself. That’s good – now she (and we) know who has the control to change it.
One other thing stuck out. She talked about how she was clear, direct, and forthright in a discussion with a male employee. His reaction? “Whoa! We’re all on the same team here!” as if she had yelled at him.
Our panty, “What I say matters”, is directly influenced from my experiences with reactions and feedback like that (read the full story in the book, Behind the Panty).
But here’s the thing that hasn’t been addressed yet. When women push back, fight to get their voices heard, we’re told it’s our problem. I’ve had people (mainly men) tell me that I’m too sensitive when I point out that they are not listening to me. Others have told me that I’m misinterpreting, misrepresenting, or just plain wrong.
Here’s what we need to remember:
You’ve got millions of women in your corner. You are right, you are strong, you have a voice.
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What I see: Drive, physical strength, and endurance.
“Stomach stomach sticking out, how I want to cut you out”
– start of a journal entry, circa 1994
Flip through family pictures and you’ll see I rocked a belly from the moment I was born. Pictures of me jumping into a pool at Disney World when I was six, round little tummy leading the way. Frog jumping contest, t-shirt snug against me as I whack the mat behind my bullfrog. Year after year, picture after picture. That tummy stands out to me like a beacon.