I was being judged for being who I was by people who didn't have a damn clue who I really was. Thus the plight of the Grown-Up Good Girl.
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The hardest part was to rewrite the narrative of who I was based on what I had internalized from other people's expectations. As if it was some immutable, narrow thing, rather than choices and work.
My life was all about how I fit into other people's lives -- as mother, sister, daughter, wife, teacher, student and friend. I didn't know I was allowed to have my own life. As a good woman, I am a full partner in my own life.
The author of the unforgettable story collection The News from Spain explains the tough realities we all need to figure out.
By Joan Wickersham
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