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It's time to start talking! The problem with perfectionist women

This morning I did something truly girlie and enjoyed a pedicure with one of my dearest friends, and then we went to lunch.  Over salads at an outdoor cafe, we talked not just about the idiocy of the Republican party and the women-insulting nomination of creationist Sarah Palin (don't get me started on that) but about real things going on in our lives.  And while we commiserated and laughed, I thought about how in all the years we have been friends it is only when one of our worlds was turned upside down this past year that we got down to talking about all the  good and bad that we as women face.

The more I think about it, the more I realize this is true of most women I know who rarely tell even their closest friends when their is trouble in relationships, a major issue at work, health issues, or basically anything that is beyond what the Stepford Wives shared.  It's embarrassing that we all seem to think we have to bear these issues alone.  While certainly you don't have to share everything, it wasn't until 5 years after a close friend of mine got divorced that she told me she was had been abused during her marriage.  We are raised as strong women who can and should do it all and although they say ask for help if you need it, most don't really do it.  A parents' group I belong to often has anonymous posts dealing with spousal issues.  I understand the source of anonymity, but I bet most of these people haven't asked their friends for help.  We all want to iv in this perfect world, but it might be nice to let us all be a little imperfect every once in awhile.  I feel so much happier that I can share the true trials of my life with this friend now.  It was refreshing and a relief.  Trying to achieve a perfect image is just too much work.

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