It's not a work of fiction. I know. It sounds a bit contradictory to the name of the blog. Let me explain.
Oscar Wilde (author of Dorian Gray) said, "A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction." Can you see where this is going? Maybe.
One thing we women deal with quite often (whether we want to see it, admit it, etc) are gender inequalities. It's in the paycheck, the public bathroom situation, and in the notion of body image - just to name a few.
As girls grow, we are bombarded with images of how we're supposed to look. We're fed products that we're supposed to use because if we don't, we'll be ugly or fat or stupid or all of the above or any combination thereof (like my poetry?). When we become women, it doesn't change. The only difference is that products start getting taglines boasting their anti-aging properties. Long story short, the older we get, the more products we need to not be so imperfect. But no matter how many of those products we use, we will continue to need more because we're ugly. As boys grow into men, they get minimal products like Just for Men to cover a few of their grays. That's it.
And what exactly does this have to do with my story or changing fiction? It's easy. This blog is my story about me changing my fiction. No, I'm not getting a facelift or anything like that. But, I am on a mission of self-discovery, which does include dealing with a lot of the issues stated above. But more so, it's having become a mom at an early age, I feel like identity is one of the biggest things I've struggled with. I'm more than just a mom...I think. No really, I am. I'm a writer that needs to sit at my modern day typewriter and bleed a little bit everyday. This is my way to kill two birds with one stone. Not to mention that this will be a way to help me stay accountable to someone - or the air.
So that's it. That's the beginning. Simple enough. And if you're still wondering what I meant about the public bathroom situation, clearly women need more stalls and room than the men do. I say give them a wall with a trough and call it a day.
