Open Letter: Dear Femme

[Lynn]

Originally Posted by Arwen

I thought about doing this for my mama--and failed. Everything for me came back to the role she was in my life.

A harder task, I think, than I initially thought. I'm going to keep working on it for my own peace of mind.

Is it easier to describe someone not in our lives so intimately? Of course it is. I hope some of us are up to this task. An intriguing exercise to see how ... and who we are.

I remember one of the most depressing moments of my life--when, exhausted from waking up every two hours for months to nurse my daughter, I had the "realization" that my only purpose on earth was to feed this child. I had the thought that if I were to die, I would only be missed for that. It was a very lonely, degrading thought to me. I could not see a reason for being, as an individual, at that moment.

As difficult as it is to describe someone--who they are and not their "roles," I think it's just as hard to describe ourselves. At least, it is for me. I take on the mantle of these roles and identies, but soon forget the *I* that chose them. I become them. Who could blame anyone else, then, for trying to see me *as* them?