personal life

i want to become my own fairy godmother.

a few days ago, i read this speech for the ms. foundation for women gala by amy schumer {see the excerpts posted below}.  she’s an honest, fearless, and sometimes vulgar comedienne.  and i love her.  she makes me laugh harder than any other comic, mainly because i can relate to or imagine myself in the situations she describes.  i watch her show on comedy central every week because her stand-up and sketches are hilarious.

when i read this speech, it brought a tear to my eye by the last paragraph.  i think every woman in their late twenties/early thirties should read the entire speech.  they are words we need to hear.  we’re not in college anymore.  we’re not girls.  we’re women with responsibilities along with our dreams and voices.  we are in a different stage of life now.  it’s kind of exciting.  it’s also scary.  with all of this freedom comes obligations too.  it’s difficult to balance.  i’ve seen many of my friends struggle with it and i have too.  i think i’ve been too careful while others have been too reckless.  and there are times that i struggle with accepting my friends decisions and actions.  but at the end of the day, we’re all trying to figure it out, and we’ll do it in our own ways.

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Right before I left for college, I was running my high school. Feel it. I knew where to park, I knew where to get the best chicken-cutlet sandwich, I knew which custodians had pot. People knew me. They liked me. I was an athlete and a good friend. I felt pretty, I felt funny, I felt sane. Then I got to college in Maryland. My school was voted number one … for the hottest freshman girls in Playboy that year. And not because of me. All of a sudden, being witty and charismatic didn’t mean shit. Day after day, I could feel the confidence drain from my body. I was not what these guys wanted. They wanted thinner, blonder, dumber … My sassy one-liners were only working on the cafeteria employees, who I was visiting all too frequently, tacking on not the Freshman 15, but the 30, in record-breaking time, which led my mother to make comments over winter break like, “You look healthy!” I was getting no male attention, and I’m embarrassed to say, it was killing me…

...Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.

click HERE for the entire speech.

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