I usually cringe whenever I see a quote about a “strong woman” this, a “real woman” that. I roll my eyes, because a genuinely strong person doesn’t need to announce it to the world. They demonstrate it through their actions. Only the weak have to self-proclaim themselves as strong.
There are women, though, who make a living out of blaming others for their own shortcomings. Their failures are always someone else’s fault, anyone else’s fault, as long as it’s not their own. Playing the perpetual victim is easier than accepting any responsibility for their decisions. Pointing fingers and accusing others is the coward’s way out of examining their own behavior and making necessary changes in their attitudes and actions.
It’s a recipe for stagnation, for retarded growth, for never adapting or improving as a person. It’s a guaranteed method to repeat the same mistakes. The underlying problem can’t possibly be her, so she never changes, and she attracts the same dysfunction for another round, same old bullshit, same results, endlessly.
I’ve never understood choosing to be this way. Of course self-examination and creating change can be difficult, but stubbornly gluing on blinders and reliving the same toxic scenes on constant replay has got to get old. It seems lazy, maladjusted, downright stupid.
A truly strong woman doesn’t rely on theatrics, fabrications, or manipulations. If pitying yourself, being a victim, and blaming others is all you have to offer, is it any wonder if people choose not to remain on your stage?
Sweat & Sparkle 