Hello!
This is my first blog on the venus&eve site.
I’ve started this project as a way to see what sort of conversations women are having about… well, being women.
So I thought I do my first blog with a little bit about feminine journey..
As a child I was the epitome of a “girly girl”. This sun-kissed chubby cheeked little miss had a penchant for dressing up, playing mummy’s and daddy’s, creating stories around my dolls, making up singing groups, songs and awesome (!) dance routines, I loved to bake with my mum, idolise my big sister, and just generally be a little lady. Thinking back, I was pretty darn cute!
As I awkwardly morphed into a teenage girl in the early nineties I turned my back on my cult of Barbies, cabbage patch kids and my Young Talent Time aspirations and focused on the alternative /punk/surfy scene creating completely different persona to my earlier and girlier years. My baggy grunge and op-shop clothing draped my body (think Nirvana tees, cords and cherry docs) as I pushed away all things pink and frilly.
Those teenage years taught me a lot, but they were kind of hard. As girls we got our periods, our bodies changed quickly from wearing sports bras to real-boob bras and our straight little bodies grew curvy hips. There were pressures about relationships with boys as well as teenage girl friendships which were beautiful yet sometimes quite traumatising. For me, like I imagine for most teenagers, it was a confusing age-stage trying to figure out who I was, what I stood for and who I wanted to become.
Our teenage years are hard, no one doubts that, but I can now see that they are an essential part of developing our sense of self.
In my late teens - early 20’s I started to regain some of my femininity back, although still troubled by the idealistic view of what my body should look like and how I should act and be treated in relationships. My 20’s was a decade of great growth for me; a tumultuous time of drama, fulfilling travel experiences, relationship discovery and breakups, finding ‘the one’ and marrying him, friendship building and breaking, and of course many challenges as well as triumphs. I learned so much about who I was and worked towards becoming a person that I was proud of and that I was happy with. Someone I could love.
My 30’s has only just started and I can already see that the years ahead are going to take me on another wild adventure of self-discovery. Little bambini’s are on the horizon which means motherhood will be upon me soon enough, we live in a different state to my family and some of my closest friends so creating our own sense of extended family and community will be yet another challenge and joy. Let the fun begin!
What do you remember about growing up as a girl? Do you have great memories or some awkward, traumatising or hilarious ones?
I’d love to hear from you..
Love Catherine @ venus&eve
PS: Thanks for having a peek at my new blog venus&eve. To find out a little more about the concept behind the blog check out the 'about me' section.
This is my first blog on the venus&eve site.
I’ve started this project as a way to see what sort of conversations women are having about… well, being women.
So I thought I do my first blog with a little bit about feminine journey..
As a child I was the epitome of a “girly girl”. This sun-kissed chubby cheeked little miss had a penchant for dressing up, playing mummy’s and daddy’s, creating stories around my dolls, making up singing groups, songs and awesome (!) dance routines, I loved to bake with my mum, idolise my big sister, and just generally be a little lady. Thinking back, I was pretty darn cute!
As I awkwardly morphed into a teenage girl in the early nineties I turned my back on my cult of Barbies, cabbage patch kids and my Young Talent Time aspirations and focused on the alternative /punk/surfy scene creating completely different persona to my earlier and girlier years. My baggy grunge and op-shop clothing draped my body (think Nirvana tees, cords and cherry docs) as I pushed away all things pink and frilly.
Those teenage years taught me a lot, but they were kind of hard. As girls we got our periods, our bodies changed quickly from wearing sports bras to real-boob bras and our straight little bodies grew curvy hips. There were pressures about relationships with boys as well as teenage girl friendships which were beautiful yet sometimes quite traumatising. For me, like I imagine for most teenagers, it was a confusing age-stage trying to figure out who I was, what I stood for and who I wanted to become.
Our teenage years are hard, no one doubts that, but I can now see that they are an essential part of developing our sense of self.
In my late teens - early 20’s I started to regain some of my femininity back, although still troubled by the idealistic view of what my body should look like and how I should act and be treated in relationships. My 20’s was a decade of great growth for me; a tumultuous time of drama, fulfilling travel experiences, relationship discovery and breakups, finding ‘the one’ and marrying him, friendship building and breaking, and of course many challenges as well as triumphs. I learned so much about who I was and worked towards becoming a person that I was proud of and that I was happy with. Someone I could love.
My 30’s has only just started and I can already see that the years ahead are going to take me on another wild adventure of self-discovery. Little bambini’s are on the horizon which means motherhood will be upon me soon enough, we live in a different state to my family and some of my closest friends so creating our own sense of extended family and community will be yet another challenge and joy. Let the fun begin!
What do you remember about growing up as a girl? Do you have great memories or some awkward, traumatising or hilarious ones?
I’d love to hear from you..
Love Catherine @ venus&eve
PS: Thanks for having a peek at my new blog venus&eve. To find out a little more about the concept behind the blog check out the 'about me' section.
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