The Cosmopolitan Jerkface

Is anybody else a little sick of this iconic cosmopolitan woman being shoved in your face? What is she for, anyway? To make us feel like we're not good enough? Bingo. Jerkface. Well, I have something to say about that. I'm a mother and a housewife. That role is more important to me than anything the world can offer me. Why do I have to exercise and starve myself until my tummy's flat and I weigh 100 lbs? I'm no crossfit addict, but I exercise. I haul laundry up and down the stairs. I carry a 25 lb baby on my hip ALL day. I wrestle and give piggy backs. I go on walks with my family. I push a lawnmower twice a week, and so much more! I'm not a size three, I'm a size 10. I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny either. I look great! And my husband thinks so too. I care about how I look, but I still buy clothes at the thrift store, only wear make up once a week, and have a haircut that's fast and easy. I don't work outside of my home, and we have to make sacrifices to make that work, but I rest easy knowing that I gave up that nice car so that my kids grow up depending on their mommy. Not some sitter or daycare provider. I'm here all the time to answer their questions, take advantage of teaching moments, dry their tears, and laugh with them. Our "parties" consist of rootbeer floats and PG rated movies. And let me tell you, we always have a blast! My work at home will probably never change the world, but it will change my children. I'll never be a model, but I am beautiful in a clean and wholesome way. I am a housewife, a mother, and a daughter of God. And I am worthwhile and beautiful.