“Yes, I kick like a girl and swim like a girl and I walk like a girl and I wake up in the morning like a girl because I am a girl. And that’s not something that I should be ashamed of.”
I might not be winning any snowball fights, but that isn’t because I am a girl. I just happen to suck at being in the snow and don’t enjoy when my fingers go numb. If I actually cared about winning a snowball fight, I would win that damn snowball fight.
Yes, the title of this post is a reference to the kick-ass tampon commercial that aired during the Super Bowl (definitely worth watching if you haven’t seen it). It was refreshing to, for once, see an advertisement about, ya know, “that time of the month”, that isn’t cheesy as hell and completely irrelevant. Yoga, cartwheels, horseback riding, running on the beach, bla, bla, bla…
Last month a few of my favorite ladies and I fled the city and rented a cozy cabin in Connecticut, enjoying a weekend away from the bullshit. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time — an escape from those daily curveballs that sometimes knock me off base, allowing me to forget that I actually have all the power in the world and can do whatever I want with my life. No boys, no drama, no insecurities or inhibitions. Just real talk, silly behavior and plenty of unforgettable moments.
I laughed like a girl, cried like a girl, partied like a girl, ate pizza like a girl, ran around in my underwear like a girl, frolicked in the freezing cold like a girl, screamed like a girl, played with makeup and stayed up all night like a girl…
Well, guess what? At the end of that weekend I felt strong, confident and more powerful than ever.
I am no diehard super-feminist or anything….you know, the ones who are anti-men. In fact, I happen to be a huge fan of men. I like to get dolled up, be given flowers, and treated like a princess. I like that I can be vulnerable and have a soft, fragile side. I enjoy being taken care of sometimes, but know that I don’t need a man to take care of me.
I embrace my sexuality and am not ashamed of that. So I have the body of a pre-pubescent boy…I’ve finally become comfortable with it. I also wear “boyfriend jeans”, drink whisky, and curse like a sailor. At the same time, I am very proud of the fact that I am a girl who makes her own money, launched her own business and is capable of loving without holding back in fear. I stand up for myself like a girl, take risks like a girl, make brave decisions like a girl, and hustle like a freaking girl.
So here is to being a girl and owning it…let’s be real, we’re kind of the best.
photos shot by Serena Goh