The Things We’ve Been Told Not To Share
I don’t hang out in the twitter world as much as I used to. From 2011 through 2014 you’d find me glued to my timeline, chiming into each and every controversial discussion, but nowadays, I don’t really have the time, and I value my peace. But as I did my every other day scroll through tweets yesterday morning, I caught wind of the Ayesha Curry story. I’m not even sure if I can call it a “story”. The Ayesha Curry fuckery sounds a little more appropriate, and if you’re not privy to what exactly went down, here is the Yetti cliff notes version:
- Ayesha Curry went on Red Table Talk with the other Curry wives.
- She spoke about finding and maintaining her identity within her marriage and outside of the kids.
- She spoke about how she deals with women around her husband. She doesn’t like it but she has ways of coping.
- And then, she mentioned that she doesn’t get attention from other men and questions herself about it.
They all also spoke about mental health, race issues, and their traumas, but you wouldn’t know that by going off the verbally abusive tweets from the timeline. I caught myself going down the rabbit hole of reading mean tweet after mean tweet, until I came across one stating something along the lines of: These are the type of things you’re not supposed share.
These are the type of things you’re not supposed share.
This comment struck a nerve. Okay, let me be honest here, it went passed the nerve, and drove deep into the bone. I’ve been hearing this all my blogging life from my family, my friends and a whole lot of strangers. Outside opinions on what is okay for me to share and what vulnerabilities I should be ashamed of, and this is exactly what has and is being done to Ayesha Curry. For anyone listening to her comments and are highlighting them as weaknesses, let me be the first to tell you that you have absolutely missed the point of what she bravely shared and the whole damn conversation.
For most women, the first form of validation of their appearance comes from a man. So it is not completely out of place for Ayesha to equate a lack of that type of attention to not feeling attractive. We’ve all done it. Furthermore, it is not uncommon for a woman after giving birth to three children to feel like she has fallen off. I can only imagine how much worse it may feel when your husband is an NBA player and there is a post-body snap-back trend rampaging throughout social media. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t know her worth. It doesn’t mean she’s wildly insecure. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t love herself, so please, save your think-pieces on light skin women and their lack self-love for a different day.
Ayesha Curry didn’t have to let us in, but she did, and her doing so let countless other women know that they’re not alone in their thinking. And for me, she let me know (once again) that I can’t continue to allow others to dictate what is okay for me share and when I am allowed to be vulnerable.
So in honor of that, here’s me being vulnerable and sharing the things I’ve been told not to share:
I’ve Officially Lost 20 lbs, But I Still Feel Like A Blimp
I haven’t seen this number on the scale in over two years, but that won’t stop me from still being mean to myself. Weight loss takes time, a shit ton of discipline, and lot more time on top of that. My impatience won’t let me enjoy my progress, and my obsession with the skinnier version of myself won’t let me forget about the numbers on the scale.
I’m Job Hunting… And It’s Fucking With My Self-Esteem.
I’m telling you, every single auto rejection that slides into my inbox is slowly killing my positive mojo. It either sparks extreme anger or extreme sadness. But the job applications that receive no response? Those probably hurt the most.
When I Don’t Get Through My To Do List, I Feel Like A Failure.
My days are incredibly long, so coming home to work on my stuff has become a little tedious lately. If you’re a long time follower, you know I love planners and to-do list, but until recently, they just don’t seem to be doing it for me lately. And not being able to make it through half of my list leaves me feeling like I am failing at this whole entrepreneur life.
My Current Job Is Making Me Physically and Mentally Ill.
Yes. I’ve said it. It’s out there. So for those of you that have noticed from my insta-stories that I am home on a Wednesday afternoon, it’s because I’m working from home to save the little bit of my soul this job has not snatched up yet. I feel incredibly embarrassed to admit this, but my workload is beyond my mental capacity and control and I probably cry about 2 or 3 times a week in the handicapped bathroom stall trying to push through. But bills and rent must be paid.
Tell me something you’ve been told not to share. I dare you.6
I haven’t been told not to share, but whenever I express this people tell me to stop worrying or to speak it as if it already is so buuuut I’m TERRIFIED to apply for grad school. The ONLY program I want to do is the #9 program in the country – super competitive – for the subject and I just feel inadequate and that they’ll send a smooth “eh, nah”.
Ummm. Do it. !!!!!!!
20lbs is no small feat, Yetti! That’s definitely something to be proud of!
And I could write a whole host of things we’re not supposed to share about pregnancy and motherhood in general (mostly how it’s a parasitic relationship from conception), but that’s another blog post for another day.
I really hope things start looking up on the career horizon for you. Crying in the handicapped stall is absolutely unacceptable, and none of us should have to deal with that kind of stress from our employer. ❤️
It was so alarming how many people completely and probably purposely missed the point of Ayesha’s statement. After I watched the episode for myself, I was literally mind blown at how blatantly stupid people chose to be about it. It is literally human nature to want some type of validation (married or not) and like you said, she has birthed THREE kids and is married to Steph Curry!!!! Come on, people…for real.
For me, sharing my feelings about [single] motherhood can be seen as something I shouldn’t share…but I know there are moms out there who feel just as “stuck” as I do sometimes. So, I’m really close to saying fuck it and sharing anyway.