Women innately have this weird thing where they try to have a perfect persona – to look perfect, be perfect, act perfect, have their kids look a certain way. Women put so much pressure on themselves.
The school was very supportive. The only class that I had to attend every day was biology when we were doing dissections. I would take an 8 a.m. bio class, dissect my animal, and then run to work.
If I’m not comfortable in my own skin or confident in who I am, then I’m going to pick parts based on how people are going to view them, not based on what I find challenging or entertaining.
I think that you have to restrain yourself from googling your name and have other hobbies and desires and wants. You do a million things. You go to school, you write, you read, you blog.
I have this odd tendency to be really sarcastic when I’m uncomfortable and I don’t really know why but it just comes out and it’s come out since I was a child.
I enjoy living life and I enjoy going to different restaurants and eating my way through a country and going to different museums and learning about different cultures.
I don’t necessarily put on an act when I go on Jay Leno or dress differently in public than I do in private. I’d like to think I’m the same person, more or less.
I started teaching myself, taking a breath or a moment that’s not overreacting or having an explosion. It made me such a better person. Let alone a better mother, but also just a better human.
