Dear Superwoman


Dear Superwoman,

Hate to break this to you, but have put your red tummy control pants on outside your blue lycra tights, and um let’s face it, that’s really a clear sign of a woman not actually coping at all.

If you just admitted that you being so SUPER all the time is a total myth, that would be lovely as I’m sure the rest of womankind might then ease off the pressure on themselves to try and be perfect all the time.

Just saying.

LadyPantsOnRightWayGivingUpOnTryingToBeSuperwomanCurd

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2 responses to “Dear Superwoman

  1. I’ve always wondered about this analogy for women. It puzzles me. It’s worth noting that 1) Superwoman wasn’t married and 2) Superwoman didn’t have any kids. Her life was about one thing and one thing only: her career. #justsaying

    So…why do we (as sisters, siblings, wives, and mothers) compare ourselves to a single woman with no husband, no significant other, no children, and no family (parents, siblings, in-laws, etc.) to deal with?

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