Life Is So Complicated?
My post yesterday
It’s A Girl! Oh Shit… got a lot of attention. I recieved messages, phone calls and texts from many women who appreciated what I shared for a multitude of individual reasons. One instant message chat with a dear friend stood out and I would like to share it with you today…
Friend: Your blog yesterday made me tear up… a little
Rock n’ Roll Doula: yea, that post got a huge response… I’m not entirely sure why.
Friend: People hate themselves. And they sell out. And your post gives permission not to do that
Rock n’ Roll Doula: wow… life is so complicated?
Friend: You’re the first person to ever tell me that who I am is good enough!
Rock n’ Roll Doula: That’s terrible! Did people tell you that you weren’t? Or did you make that up?
Friend: It isn’t always what is said… My parents never said you aren’t good enough.
Rock n’ Roll Doula: Do you think they thought you weren’t?
Friend: But, they said if you date a black boy you can’t be our daughter, and that changed everything.
Rock n’ Roll Doula: That’s heavy…
Friend: Mei guan shi. I don’t care.
Rock n’ Roll Doula: I don’t care who you fuck… you’re good enough for me!
Rock n’ Roll Doula: can I use this conversation as a blog post?
Friend: Maybe anonymously. I’m trying really hard to just keep it smooth with my mom.
Rock n’ Roll Doula: maybe or yes?
Friend: Oh god. Im speaking chinglish. Maybe means no!
Rock n’ Roll Doula: Lol. I guess you still care what people think…. i love you
Friend: I am saying yes, anonymously. Of course I do…. I want to have a relationship with my mother.
Rock n Roll Doula: I respect your wishes! Anonymous it is.
Friend: On second thought… use my name. Maybe my mom seeing this is exactly what she and I need. I love you RP!
Rock n Roll Doula: I love you too, Alison.