My childhood wasn’t easy, but I somehow managed to find roses among the thorns. I’m thankful that my life experiences, good and bad, taught me to think and to speak for myself. Along with all the lacy things in my repertoire, I’ve amassed an awesome collection of Big Girl Panties.
Much has been been said about women who allow themselves to be cosseted and pampered and spoon-fed, and who allow surrogates to make excuses for their sub-par performances. And perhaps too much attention has been paid to those who consider style a credible substitute for substance.
On Thankful Thursday, I am grateful for the countless women who know their power and worth, and who are unafraid to use their own voices. They serve as role models for the rest of us. Today and every day, I salute those of you who know what it means to put on your Big Girl Panties and deal.