A friend of mine posted a link to this ad by Always called #LikeAGirl.
All my life I’ve heard “like a …”:
- You throw like a girl.
- You don’t swing a baseball bat like a girl.
- You don’t talk like a black person.
Of course I throw like a girl. I am a girl. Some of us lob the ball. Some flip. Some throw like major league pitchers. We’re people.
Of course I talk like a black person. I am a black person. Some of us speak the Queen’s English. Some patois. Some Ebonics. Some even speak French and Spanish and Italian and Chinese and a whole bunch of other languages. We’re people.
It took me over half of my life to learn these life lessons:
- I like myself.
- I am me and that is a wonderful thing.
- I’m good enough. In fact, I’m a better me than anyone!
- I’m not different from everyone else, and I’m not the same as everyone else. And that’s a wonderful thing.
My mom always tells me and my brother that our birthdays are special because that’s when we entered the world.
Mom tells us that we make the world a better place simply because we are who we are. And you know what? She’s right.
Yes, I can always be a better person. However, at this very moment, I am who I need to be.
Tree of Learning 