I hate being called Superwoman.
It’s nothing against the people who have said it. It’s meant as a genuine compliment.
They see me – a woman balancing school, work and family. I do it with a smile. It looks like I have it all together. Like it’s effortless.
But the thing is, it’s not effortless. And most of the time I don’t have it all together.
Balancing everything takes sweat and often tears. There are days when I don’t even know how I’m going to get out of bed – let alone do everything I need to do.
I hate being called Superwoman is because I think it creates an unrealistic expectation that I feel I should be living up to.
Seeing me as Superwoman leads to the assumption that I have more time and energy than I actually do. That I can handle everything with ease.
I think that assumption also often means that while I’m making sure everyone is okay, everyone is forgetting all about me.
Think about it: How often do you check on the “strong” people in your life? How often do you make sure they’re okay, physically and mentally?
When people see you as “super,” they forget you have weaknesses. That you have bad days. That you struggle.
I used to fall into the idea of being Superwoman. I felt the need to carry the world on my back. To be there anytime anyone needed me.
Then one day I found myself crying on the floor in my bedroom and realized I was trying so hard to hold everything together that I was falling apart.
I’m definitely no Superwoman. I’m just a woman doing my best to take care of business.