Is there such a thing as just an ordinary girl? As I observed the women’s marches that had occurred yesterday and viewed the posts in social media, I realized just how diverse we are. So what is ordinary anyway? I feel like there is some 1950s-eque stereotype that is attached to the words ordinary girl. You know, the type who has the house clean, dinner ready, and standing at the door waiting for her dear husband with pipe and slippers in hand.
Those days are gone.
What I see now is everything but ordinary. I see women working as welders and carpenters. Artists, doctors, dentists, marine biologists, paleontologists, corrections officers. I see body builders and make up artists.
The only common thread I see is that we are all different. We all dance to the beat of our own drummers. I believe the ordinary girl is no longer. We are all uniquely individual, and I think it’s wonderful. We are all strong in our own right, just as it should be.