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THE XX FACTOR

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In my 40's, I am learning to be myself, to be the very best me I can be.
Less image conscious than previous decades, yet still with the sense that outward appearance matters.
Yes, it should matter to me and my closest loved ones but why does it have to matter to the rest of the world, least of all those that are on the outer ripples of my people circle?

Why do  we as women continually feel 'judged'?
Is it just because we have the XX factor?
I don't wear clothes adorning the nike tick or decorate the sides of my lengthy arms or chunky thighs with Adidas stripes.
Am I then a lesser person than my walking partner who does?

I am a curvaceous being while my friend is a bean pole.
I have hairy eyebrows while hers are pencil thin.
My feet are giant while hers are petite.
Frustrated I throw my thick coarse hair into a ponytail while she wears her long wavy curls like a true Wella Woman.
I have the added responsibility of raising children while she has not yet reached that milestone.
What I didn't know was that she was caring for an ailing relative.Or that she'd been the object of schoolyard bullying for the very same attributes that are different to my own.

Our outward appearance is simply a shell, a vehicle, a means to move around in. Of course, it requires general maintenance and care to maximize our best first impression.
Like a vehicle, one can tell the difference between a carefully maintained, garaged model and an outdoorsy run-around but some go over the top with polish and buffing, modifications and noticing the slightest scratch.

Myself, I prefer comfort over looks, practicality over prowess and a natural facade.

I have recently joined a boisterously beautiful group of wonderous women in the activity of regular walking with a view to completing an urban challenge to walk both sides of every street within our town. Aptly named the Fat Bottomed Girls, or FBG's for short ( or when my son cannot contain the giggles whence fullest name is used), without us the world would simply cease to go round.

The vitality of these diversely talented women is a joy to behold, even when persisting through squally showers or apprehensively steaming up menacing hills. Laughter is truly the best medicine and a decent cafe coffee the ultimate reward when a section is behind us.

So...the purpose of my blog- She'll be Write will be to encourage you in your womenhood, to relish your double XX factor and revel in the amazing person you are. NO MATTER WHAT anyone says, does or thinks otherwise there is no one YOUER than YOU.

YOU are XXcellent. YOU are an XXample. YOU are XXsquisite. Xx

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  1. Chris H22 July 2017 at 01:40

    What a lovely first blog post Chick. Well done, and good luck. Enjoy your blog and long may it last.

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    1. Monique Wiles22 July 2017 at 02:18

      Thank you Chris 😍 Enjoy being the XXceptional woman you are.

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  2. Jillianne22 July 2017 at 19:30

    Wonderful piece of writing, and fantastic play upon words! I'll be keenly anticipating the next episode/s of 'She'll Be Write'.....

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    1. Monique Wiles22 July 2017 at 19:36

      Thank you Jill. So glad you enjoyed my writing x

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