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If She Wins…

As a young woman, I don’t like competing with other women. I think it’s petty. As much as I try to avoid it, it seems inevitable at times. I’m in competition with no one but myself, however, I feel the discomfort and hatred when faced with another woman, who doesn’t try to challenge me in a healthy way (like going for a job, for example) but instead, attempts to one up me in a childish manner to prove a point, because she’s either threatened, or insecure. I don’t like that, and unfortunately I see it all the time. I’ve adopted a mantra that simply goes, if she wins, I win, we all win. As women, especially young women, we’re all in different places and roles in our lives ranging from students, to professionals, mothers, daughters, sisters, spouses, girlfriends, and etc. and celebrating each other vs. competing with one another, or downplaying another’s success, regardless of what stage the other is in, can improve. I’ve been to many weddings, baby showers, and other various events to support my fellow sisterhood of different family members and friends, but when I graduated from college and started applying for different career opportunities, I noticed the silence and discouraging comments that were whispered, and thrown my way. I learned that there will be people who don’t clap when you’re winning; even people that you thought would. Experiencing this really hurt, because while I’m not picking out a wedding gown or putting a kid on the bus for their first day of school, I’m steady grinding for a better life, while trying to become a better version of myself. Not only have I had this happen to me, but some other smart, go-getting, young women I know, don’t get the support from their family, friends, and other women that they need, sometimes. Regardless of how independent someone may come off, it doesn’t dismiss the fact that they should be celebrated and supported, too. I know I want to be in a position someday, where I’m able to help put young women through college that want to go, because I want to see them make it in this world. Remember, if she wins, I win, we all win. It’d be great if more women supported each other, instead of competing with one another, or downplaying each other’s wins. We could all get ahead so much further together, than apart. Hopefully, that day will come. 

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