Monday, December 12, 2011
Tough Woman 1998
I have never smoked and I have almost never worn pearls, blue eye shadow, lipstick, or high heels. But with that being said, I have to say that Tough Woman is a very accurate self portrait. Those who don't know me well perceive me as being affable, somewhat granola, a little (or perhaps a lot) hypochondriacal. .
The real me lurks not far beneath that friendly, seemingly open surface. She is stern, critical, and not about to budge from an idea or a perception of reality unless proven otherwise(and sometimes not even then). Bossy comes to mind. The real me is a little feared by my family because nothing slips by, "And why is it that the clock in your car is still set for daylight savings even though we switched over three months ago?" (husband and daughter). My mother can't wait to get off the phone with me, "Are you drinking enough water? How much sugar have you had today? Did you make it to the gym this week? And why not?" More of the same for my 83 year old stepfather. Constant bullying in the form of endless conversations about how important it is for him to work on his core muscles.
At times I despair of this woman who can't let go of things, can't be easy, flexible, or "fun loving", who hounds her students and her daughter (youngest)until they end up with best possible image they can pull out of the creative void. Whose jaw sometimes hurts from clenching it so hard. But, at the end of the day, although this woman is not always the easiest person to live with, I'm glad she's in my corner.