Enjoli
Kristi Coulter
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Thank you for writing this! In recent years have found myself resenting that jingle’s long-term impact on my psyche. My pre-teen brain heard it as an empowering anthem at a time when women were burning their bras and fighting for equal rights. The song wasn’t all bad in that it definitely left me knowing that as a woman, I would never rely on anyone else for my support. But it certainly did lead me to believe (for decades) I had to do it all, and it was exhausting! It is nice to sit on the side of the pool, learning to observe (accept) the things I cannot change and realizing that changing the things I can doesn’t necessarily require a physically or emotionally exhausting battle. [And now I am wondering if all that ’70s feminism is why the first thing I do when I come home from work is take off my bra ….]

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