R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Someone said something to me recently that made me enormously grateful for my family and especially my parents. My parents raised me right; politeness, kindness, charity, intelligence and respect were always praised in our house. I know that I deserve the respect of others, and generally I receive it. Why? I earn respect. I demand respect. I demand that people (and by “people” I mostly mean men) treat me well; I don’t let people talk to me disrespectfully, dismissively, arrogantly…at least for very long. ;) Why? I respect myself! I am proud of who I am (generally speaking; everyone has their moments) and the experiences that have helped form my character. My parents instilled in me a love for myself; a confidence that is not easily shaped or built. I do not expect that everyone will like or be friends with me, but I expect them to treat me well. If they don’t, well that’s their problem.

Most women don’t learn these things, apparently. And I feel so sad for them.

From my mom I have learned faith, openness, friendliness, hope (I admit I struggle with that one) and to always trust my instincts. She has taught me that I have more strength than I realize and more power than I know. From my dad I have learned kindness, patience, wit, trust and the importance of hard work. Both of them have taught me how important a sense of humor is (especially during hard times), that my intelligence is one of the most valuable possessions I own, the importance of knowledge and constant learning, that I should stand up for myself (within reason), forgiveness and (most importantly) love.

Thanks (in most part) to them, I have a healthy body image, a non-destructive relationship with men (thank you, thank you, thank you), an appreciation for art, music, literature and British television/film, and the strength to never settle for a man who is less than what I deserve. I also have a filthy temper, a stubborn head, and a penchant for Italian meats, cheeses and olives that I’m trying to curb…slightly.

Dear Mom and Dad,

You’re the best! (I really mean that.)

Love,

Leah (your favorite child)

p.s. Oh! And thanks for giving me my good looks. Those help too! :D



I'm cute, aren't it?! ;)