I grew up with Spice Girls and I think people missed their iconic message over the years. They had “Girl Power” as a motto and each one of them represented a different side of the feminine, celebrating diversity among women and empowering us to be who we are in the first place. I used to be a huge Spice Girls’ fan. I would printout t-shirts with photos of them and I was the happiest pre-teen when I got a pair of platform ankle boots. As I got older, I started to hate the fact I had been such a fan of Spice Girls. How could women be ever taken seriously that way? I became a “feminist”.
Today I’m a fan again, because I realise how life was happier when I listened to Spice Girls. Life was happier before my formal rejection of diversity among women. For me, real women became women with brains. Real women became eloquent and academically savvy. There was no space for baby, sporty, scary, posh, or ginger spice. There was only a special hate for women who didn’t conform to my new notion of how a woman should be like. I stopped using pink and I hated the usual corridor small-talk. I was against hysterical screams and I would endlessly criticise the mini-skirt, the extravagant make-up and the little concern for being knowledgeable.
My relationship and notion of the feminine has changed though. It started to change when I became sick every time I tried to keep living life disconnected from my femininity. I disconnected myself from my creativity, mysticism, and emotions. From time to time I would have spurs of being the artist or the writer, but I would soon go back to my little black box and glitter was not allowed in there. It was safer to assume that version of being than to accept and empower myself through a female archetype that receives little attention until today – the badass mystic nurturer.
Women who are mystic nurturers and badasses are women who are warriors with a heart. They care for others, but they don’t tolerate social injustice or mistreatment. They are all for the minorities and they often put themselves at the bottom of their priorities’ list. They daydream a lot and they are creative in their nature. They like to feel life running through their veins and they can’t say no to passion. They can foresee and create the future. They like to be alone in order to make sense of their thoughts but they can’t live without the authentic presence of other people. We like boyfriend ripped jeans and maxi dresses, but we walk barefoot in the woods. We prefer wooden to diamond earrings and we prefer wild flowers to expensive restaurants. We are the women who were hunted by the Inquisition, accused of witchcraft, and we feel misplaced in the world until today.
Few of us already know that there is power in being intuitive. There is power in being wise. There is power in being artistic. There is power in being the quiet voice in the woods. There is power in being the one who floats in the water. There is power in being the one who looks at a starry sky and receives lessons from the past and images from the future. There is power in being us… and if today I accept and celebrate all the baby, sporty, scary, posh, and ginger spices out there is because I have been learning to accept and celebrate my own womanhood. It may be different from the mainstream, but that doesn’t mean that I have to be a woman I am not. There is diversity among women and that’s what International Women’s Day should be about too.
I’m learning to love myself more each day so I can also love you more. I still don’t like corridor small-talk and I never will, I think. However, I don’t judge or hate the portion of women who like it, because I don’t like to be judged for being different either. I don’t like to feel that the way I am is wrong and I don’t want to make someone else feel that way just because their way of being is different from mine. Today I choose to celebrate female diversity and I choose to respect each one of us by respecting myself first – I’m a badass mystic nurturer and there is nothing wrong with that!