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Stay weird, brave heart

Stay weird, brave heart

This is a letter to my Lily.

I was at a party on Sunday and a little 10-year old walked up to me and said, “I’m weird.” She wasn’t speaking about me but rather herself. What followed surprised me, “But I like it. I’m proud that I’m weird." Suddenly I was transported to 10-year old me. It should come as no surprise that I am ridiculously weird. And I like it. This kid was my spirit animal.

For as long as I can remember, there has been this emergence of the ‘mean girl’ - those who ridicule you for every decision. I don’t understand why kids being hurtful makes them “popular”. It’s a sad human truth. I get angry because womxn, we are incredible beings. We’re nurturing, we’re problem solvers, we’re strong. When I became a mother, my goal was to raise independent, confident and kind girls who would always be themselves, no matter what. But as the age of girls who say, “You can’t sit with us” gets younger and younger, it’s becoming increasingly difficult for li…