What Are You Trying to Prove?

What Are You Trying to Prove?

I've had to ask myself this question too many times to count. What is it exactly that I'm trying to prove?

And it always comes back to this.  Am I good enough? Yet?

I was having a conversation with my hairdresser/landscaper this morning about the need to prove ourselves.  She sports red painted toenails, shiny blonde hair and legs that seem to reach her neck.  Also, on her days not being a hairdresser, she lifts heavy rocks all day.  Somehow she pulls this off. Also, she admitted that it's really hard to be a feminist and to ask for help.