I live to support women. Truly. It’s my favorite thing to support my friends and any woman in my vicinity who is living. It’s so fucking hard to be female, and even harder to be female, parenting a human, working on something for yourself whether it’s vocational or avocational, and balancing what my guest Anna Lovind calls the ‘patriarchal fuckery’ of our culture. It’s real. It’s there. It’s not going away, even though we are, I believe, making a dent at the moment.
PF is a longstanding institution that previously made many of us believe that we are competing against each other. My truth couldn’t be farther from that.
I’ve seen women rise up beneath the loving hands of other women, give birth with the helping support and love of other women, defeat illness, conquer heartbreak and loss, and celebrate their greatest victories – all while being supported and loved by other women. I’ve had the privilege of holding some of those women during these life times. I’ve cheered them on from the audience. I’ve basked in their glory. They’ve reflected back mine to me when it was my time to shine.
More support equals more support. More love and gratitude equals more opportunity for expansion and inclusivity.
If you have trouble finding girlfriends who see you and support you, come along with me. Join our MILF community of women who kick ass at their lives, albeit messy AF much of the time, and lift up anyone who steps up to the plate and swings by simply getting out of bed in the morning.
In my darkest hours, and there have been many in the past several years of serious adulting, my girlfriends have held steady. Near or far, my truest friends never shamed me or chastised me, they told me, “You’ve got this.” They listened when I needed to cry, or rage, or simply just be sad or even out of control. They allowed me the grace and dignity to follow my own path and create my own journey. I know that I am the sum total of the love and support that I give and receive from my girlfriends. Truly, deeply, with gratitude.
Xoxo,
Jen
