Over the past year and a half of my life, I’ve dealt with some of the most difficult struggles of my life thus far. I’ve beaten myself up endlessly for everything. I’ve questioned, accepted, only to start questioning myself again. Ad nauseum. I’ve hated myself for pretty much every single thing I could possibly hate myself for.
Most of all, I have doubted my strength.
A strong person would have done this and this and that and that. So-and-so handled it this way. So-and-so handled it that way.
An endless internal barrage of the road not taken.
Two months into therapy, something I should have done a long time ago, I’ve finally been able to sit back as much as I can at the moment and reflect on that word.
And I learned strength is not the same thing for everyone. Not the same decision. Not the same reaction. Not the same thought or idea. Not the same time or the same place. Not the same words.
Because we are not the same. Without getting into schmoopy “we are all unique snowflakes” territory, strength looks different in every situation for each person because each second of our lives have shaped what strength looks like for us. We’re conditioned to look around us, to see what others do as examples of how to live. We are bombarded with expectations everywhere, especially for us women.
In a particularly intense session, I asked my therapist how I could dare consider myself a strong woman if I did x-y-z.
“That’s Hollywood strength. That’s what you see in the movies. In real life, it’s not that clear cut,” she said.
That was a moment when the skies cleared a bit for me. I thought back to times in the past when I did things because they looked strong, but the conviction wasn’t there. I thought of times when I caved to emotions or my core without giving a damn about how it looked, and it turned out okay. Not to say that there isn’t truth to manufactured “strong woman” tropes, but it’s too fucking limiting. It’s not a one-size-fits-all concept.
Right around the same time, the Harvey Weinstein bombshells broke. Women came forward with nerves of steel while many were criticized for not being strong enough to come forward earlier. There was no winning for them. No show of strength from women was or is ever good enough.
All of this swirling in my head, I realized that anything I do, anything any woman does, is unfairly subject to hypercriticism, but it doesn’t change the fact that it takes strength to do them. I was holding myself to an impossible standard, a standard set by a society largely out to narrow my view of who I am to sell me ideas on who I should be.
Because strength is in everything.
Strength is speaking up. Strength is keeping it in until you’re ready to speak.
Strength is moving forward. Strength is staying still for a while to breathe.
Strength is leaving & never looking back. Strength is staying & looking forward.
Strength is raising your voice. Strength is effectual silence.
Strength is holding tight. Strength is knowing when to let go.
Strength is weeping. Strength is stoicism.
Strength is independence. Strength is knowing when you need a hand.
Strength is thinking about others. Strength is thinking about yourself.
Strength can be in all things.