Get Confidence from High Heels

I’m so tired of the myopia of mainstream media. I can’t believe they can’t connect the dots between the various pieces they feature.

For example, the very same episode of Good Morning America that ran the outraged piece about a “pageant mom” giving her 8 year old daughter Botox injections featured a celebration by the female hosts of GMA of the wonders of higher and higher heels and the confidence they give women.  Puh-leeze!

They act as though there’s no connection at all between a “how to feel my best” interview with gorgeous Kelly Ripa saying that she doesn’t feel confident about herself unless she’s teetering on outrageously expensive high, high heels, and the pageant mom who unapologetically told how she injects her young daughter with Botox.

Well, they’re wrong. There’s a direct link from media celebrities touting external appearance as the source of self-confidence to the pageant mom who honestly believes she’s doing the best thing for her daughter’s future.

This nonsense has to stop. I’ll admit that I bought into it myself for many years. My self-confidence crutch was makeup. Whenever I was going into a situation that made me nervous I’d wear makeup even though I didn’t like the way it felt on my skin. In situations where I felt confident I didn’t give makeup a thought. As my daughters got a little older I realized I was using makeup as a poor substitute for doing whatever would give me true confidence in a situation. And I didn’t want them to pick up on that way of coping.

Of course it’s harder to do what it takes to feel confident from the inside out – and it usually takes more time than putting on some makeup or high heels takes. But it works better than those quick fixes, too. When I do that hard prep and still don’t feel confident from the inside out then I fall back on courage. The courage to risk doing a thing I don’t feel totally confident about. Disagreeing with the conventional wisdom, giving the new speech, sharing optimism when it seems unwarranted, revealing my imperfections.

The only confidence that girls and women get from external appearance is fleeting and insubstantial. It’s superficial by definition.  And it won’t stick with us when we really need our confidence.

That’s not the false confidence that girls need.

How do you help girls build confidence from the inside out? I want to hear your stories about it.

 

 

A Mother’s Day Gift to Ourselves: Defining ‘Perfect’ On Our Own Terms

Beth, Becky & Katie - Susan Ryan Photography

This guest post by Becky Beaupre Gillespie, co-author of a wonderful new book, powerfully says  what I wish for every mom. Personally, fighting the demon of perfectionism helps me every day. Power to the Imperfect!

By Becky Beaupre Gillespie

My grandma wanted to be a lawyer. She was ambitious, creative, vivacious and smart — she had what it took.

Except this: She was a young woman in the late 1930s, and her father thought pursuing a law degree was unrealistic and, worse, inappropriate. So she never went to law school.

She did, however, insist upon earning a bachelor’s degree and working for a few years as a journalist; after all, she’d never been one to go down without a fight. But when she became a mom in 1947, Betty Luker Haverfield bowed to tradition — she gave up that career she’d wanted so badly and became a housewife.

Flash forward several decades, and here I am: part of the first generation to reap the full benefits of the women’s movement. I’m a mom and a journalist, and I have more choices than Betty could ever have imagined. I grew up hearing, “You can be anything.” And, like so many of my peers, I took it mean that I had to be, and do, everything.

Perfectionism is our generation’s greatest liability when it comes to balancing work and motherhood. That’s what Hollee Schwartz Temple and I learned when we surveyed 905 working moms for our new book, Good Enough Is the New Perfect: Finding Happiness and Success in Modern Motherhood (Harlequin Nonfiction, Spring 2011).  The “constant need to be the best at everything” outweighed all other factors, including financial pressures, inflexible bosses, and spouses who didn’t contribute enough at home.

But Hollee and I also discovered that the women who were willing to define success on their own terms — to let go of outside expectations and make choices that inspired their passions and fit their own families’ needs — were able to overcome this hurdle. These women, who told us that “being the best is not important” as long as they were “good enough and happy,” were more satisfied with their choices. They were less likely to feel they’d sacrificed too much and half as likely to describe their marriages as a “disaster” or “not very good.” And what’s more, they’d given up remarkably little ground at work to achieve this state of contentment.

These Good Enoughs weren’t settling or stopping short of the finish line. They were deliberately picking the finish line they wanted to cross. They’d given up (or perhaps never embraced) the Never Enough attitude that left some of their peers racing for an unattainable goal and feeling as though they’d failed to measure up. Instead, they focused on the things that mattered to them, and they channeled their energy in a way that brought them even greater success.

For me, this meant giving up my job as a newspaper reporter so I could spend more time with my daughters — and then gradually rebuilding my writing career in a way that fit my priorities and made me feel whole. For Hollee, it meant leaving a career as a litigator at a top-tier law firm so she could teach legal writing — and, eventually, pursue her dream of writing a book. For others, the changes were even simpler. Some found their New Perfect by giving themselves permission to let the house get messy, or refusing to sign up for every volunteer request at school, or simply accepting that there are many “right” ways to be a mom. The answer is different for each of us.

We have more choices than previous generations of women. And my wish for all moms this Mother’s Day is that we’ll have the courage to identify our unique talents, honor our own passions, and  reject the idea that there’s some “perfect” way to blend motherhood and career.

I want us to choose.

From Nancy: How do you choose to be a “Good Enough Mom?” Add a comment – when we share about this we help all moms.

 

Like Mother Like Daughters

Nancy with Mavis & Nia

Nancy, Mavis & Nia

Today would be my mother’s 82nd birthday (she died in 1988). My daughters are 30. A conversation with Nia last week reminded me of how much like my mom I am in certain ways.

I was telling Nia how I’m making big changes in the foods I eat to try to strengthen my immune system. This is on top of cutting out gluten 10 years ago when I learned gluten intolerance is linked to the cancer my mother died of.

As I described breakfast smoothies made from beets, kale and berries, she said, “You’re turning into Grandma Phyllis!”

Exactly my thought. My mom died of lymphoma, a cancer of the immune system, just a couple of years older than I am now. Throughout the two years she battled the cancer, she focused mostly on alternative medicine and diet. There wasn’t any proven conventional treatment for her type of lymphoma at the time.

Then Nia went on, “That’s a relief–I thought I was the only one turning into my mother.”

I love that. She’s been telling me for at least 5 years about ways she finds herself turning into me. They’re mostly good ways, which I like to hear about.

I realize I haven’t really told her the ways I find myself being like my mom. Phyllis Brenckman Gruver was an entrepreneur at heart even though she only got to launch one business in her life. It was a kit for kids to decorate pillowcases with crayons and then iron the colors in and the wax out before washing and using them. The kit was called ‘A Case of Happiness.’

Although I didn’t realize it at the time, the businesses I’ve started owe something to her example. My mom wasn’t timid about trying new things, even if she didn’t know how to do them. She taught me that I can learn by doing things, and making some mistakes, even with a business. I also inherited the trait of persistence from her, which can be a mixed blessing. I don’t always recognize the right time to let go. But overall it’s a huge advantage in my life.

And now Nia is an entrepreneur who started her own therapeutic massage practice last month. As proud mother of a small-business owner I hope you’ll check out her fledging website and give her healing hands a try next time you’re in San Francisco.

I love seeing how much like my daughters I am, and how much like my mother. And I get great joy from sharing these stories and realizations with them. The big spiral through time that connects us all keeps passing the similarities back and forth.

How are you like your mother, step-mother, daughter, sister?

 

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