As I have said on my blog before, as a woman the trend ‘30s is the new 20s’ fills me with immense joy and pride. Not just me, I can assure you that there are millions of women worldwide in different stages of their personal and professional lives who would welcome this second phase of hope and opportunity with renewed zest.
Having said that, while doing this are we subjecting ourselves to the same challenges and prejudice that people in their 20s face from our same-aged peers and colleagues too? May be, may be not. It is a personal and subjective matter.
More often than not women face prejudice with respect to choices they haven’t made. Lets say, a kickass career woman with an impressive career would get judged for her lack of owning up to family responsibilities and an overqualified homemaker like me would (and does) get ridiculed for sacrificing that very career and opting to look after her family instead.
Men, whether they are 20 or 50 don’t have to face the jabs of body shaming like we do, at any age. Ofcourse, there are exceptions. If in 20s it is peer pressure, in 30s more than for ourselves it is about ‘how good we look with our partner’. The hormonal changes that come with childbirth are conveniently ignored at our expense.
If we let go and keep company with the left side of the weighing machine, we’re careless, and if we sweat it out regularly to keep fit and dress stylishly, we’re trying too hard to hold on to the last few strings of youth. Our choice of colours and attire is always under scrutiny, irrespective of how many years we’ve clocked.
Let me share something with you. Few days ago I was sharing my workout regime and healthy-eating ritual with a friendly guy I met at a friend’s place and who was seemingly interested to know about it. He heard me out completely, looked me from head to toe and then quipped sarcastically, “You’re sure you’re talking about yourself?”
The jibe was directed at the fact that I don’t have the ideal hour-glass figure, which my workout should presumably help me achieve (whether my intent or not). Never mind that this guy weighs more than a 100 kgs himself and sits at his desk all day collecting more of it.
Any right he had done till then got washed out with that one retort of his, for which I replied only with a line, “You do look at yourself in the mirror, right?” No matter how educated or well-to-do, it is the basic behaviour of a person that shows how ‘cultured’ he or she really is.
Interestingly, the other day I met a girl who refused to buy that I was married, let alone being a mother of two. I was ecstatic to say the least, more because I felt comforted that I was doing something right with myself.
I apologise if this became a rant post and am sincerely grateful if you read it till the end. I had to get this off my chest and believe that in all seriousness I’ve spoken for many more women who face such people and situations at some or the other point in life.
Do leave a comment, would love to know your thoughts about this.