Flawed, Fabulous and Totally Fed Up
- cindyslifecoach7
- Jun 7, 2025
- 4 min read
Being a woman is an Olympic sport with no medals — just judgment. And yet, here we are, mascara on, bra strapped, showing up anyway.
Being a woman is hard. No, seriously. It’s an extreme sport. And the worst part? We didn’t even sign up for this competition — yet here we are, performing daily with a smile, shaved legs, and high-waisted jeans slowly cutting off our circulation.
Let’s start with the basics. From the moment we pop out, society hands us this invisible checklist: Perfect body, perfect breast size, tiny wrists (because apparently, we’re all supposed to be woodland fairies?), perfect smile. No one mentions that the "perfect" body changes every five years — one minute it’s thigh gaps, the next it’s thick thighs. At this point I’m just trying to keep up while eating a croissant in peace.
We’re told to “act like a lady” — but what does that even mean? Don’t laugh too loud, you’ll look like you’re flirting. Don’t laugh at all, now you’re a stuck-up ice queen. Wear a short dress? You’re asking for attention. Cover up? You’re a prude. Smile! But not too much — we don’t want to look desperate now, do we?
Basically: exist but do it perfectly. And silently. Preferably while looking like a filtered Instagram version of yourself.
Now let’s talk about interacting with men — the minefield. Talk to a man? You’re a flirt. Don’t talk to him? You’re a snob. Text back too fast? Desperate. Don’t text back? Playing games. Walk past a guy? You’re showing off. Walk past with your head down? You’re rude.
And then there’s sitting. Yes, SITTING. Sit cross-legged? Too flirty. Sit with your knees apart? Unladylike. Sit normally? People will still find something to say. At this point I’m considering levitating everywhere just to avoid commentary.
And makeup? You need to wear it to look "put together," but if you wear too much, "you must be insecure." Go bare faced? "You look tired." Like... yeah, Brenda, I AM tired — tired of this nonsense!
Then the cherry on top: we’re told to “be confident” and “speak our truth.” Sounds empowering, right? WRONG. The second we do, we’re “difficult,” “bossy,” or my personal favorite — “intimidating.” Oh, and if we cry. Congratulations, now we’re “weak” and “emotional.”
And don’t even get me started on periods. Women have been getting them since Adam and Eve were hanging out in the garden — and yet, here we are in 2025, still hiding tampons up our sleeves like we’re smuggling illegal substances.
If I mention period pain? I get hit with, “Are you sure it’s that bad?” YES, Chad, my uterus is literally practicing jujitsu on my insides — thank you for your concern.
But here’s the thing that really burns my toast: sometimes the harshest judgment comes from other women.
Why? Why do we do this to each other? We’ve all been there — the sneaky backhanded compliments, the side-eye in group chats, the gossip that spreads faster than a TikTok trend. We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down!
Friendships between women should be the safest space on earth — like a fluffy robe, a glass of wine, and a group chat that’s 50% memes and 50% emotional support. But too often, they turn into battlegrounds of jealousy and comparison.
Newsflash: another woman’s beauty doesn’t diminish your own. Her success doesn’t erase yours. Her happy relationship doesn’t mean yours is doomed. The world is big enough for all of us to shine — and frankly, we’d be unstoppable if we realized that.
Think about it. We’re out here surviving impossible beauty standards, societal pressures, discrimination, emotional labor, periods, childbirth, menopause — and still managing to show up to work, school, life — hair (mostly) brushed.
Imagine what we could do if we supported each other instead of competing. If we celebrated every win, big or small. If we called out the double standards and shut down the toxic comparison game.
Because here’s the truth: we are flawed. We are fabulous. And yes — we are totally, gloriously, unapologetically fed up. But we’re also strong. Resilient. Hilarious. And if we stood together, no judgment, no jealousy, no fake smiles — just real, raw support — the world wouldn’t know what hit it.
So, here’s my challenge to you (and to myself): next time you want to judge another woman — pause. Compliment her instead. Cheer her on. Share the job lead. Defend her in that meeting. Hype her up when she doubts herself.
Because trust me: there is nothing more powerful than a group of women who’ve each other’s backs.
And if we pull that off? The patriarchy better start running — in heels.
About the Author:
Cindy Lee Thompson is a proudly flawed, fabulous, and occasionally fed-up woman navigating life with humour, honesty, and a strong cup of coffee. She believes in sisterhood over competition, laughter as therapy, and the power of women supporting women — one blog post (and rant) at a time.
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