I had decided to stop writing this blog.
I couldn’t square the circle since my daughter started school about what I wrote and how that might affect her, as she’s not a baby anymore.
She told me yesterday I shouldn’t wear the dress I’d just bought from a charity shop as it didn’t look nice.
And she was right.
(More than right, it looked fucking awful and still smelt of BO from the last owner.)
This is a girl with an opinion, with taste (better than mine) and with spirit.
But the thing is, it dawned on me that I wasn’t writing this to document her life, or that of my three-year-old son.
This was about me.
Or more to the point, us.
It’s about the women I know, the women I don’t, the women that I’ve met through writing this, the women I read about or watch on TV who are fighting their own fight, whether it be parenting, work, family or just surviving to the end of the day without COMPLETELY losing their shit.
And how fucking brilliant we all are.
But also how much we need to look out for each other, support each other.
You only need to read the paper or look through your news feed to see how much we fucking need to look after each other.
The #metoo hashtag threw a massive blaring light on the shit we’ve all put up with.
The things we’ve accepted, laughed off, felt ashamed or normalised because that’s just ‘what happens’ to women and girls.
It made me think about how much we need to talk, to be open.
To celebrate each others successes, to congratulate the things that go well, and to be there when they don't.
To listen, to support and most importantly, most absolutely, without hesitation, the most important thing to do is to not judge.
We need to stick together.
We NEED to stick together.
Parts of the world are turning to shit, turning on women.
But we can’t turn on each other.
We owe it to ourselves to be strong.