Mean Girls

I think I need to practice being nicer. This policy expands to every area of my life; work and personal. I need to think before I speak and then think about the fallout of my actions. I've probably blogged about this at some point (and if I didn't, it's probably because I shoudn't), but I once took an informal survey of my girlfriends and asked each of them if I was nice or mean and I think they all said mean. I mean, that was almost a decade ago, but still – who wants to be thought of as being mean? 

I was surfing the net today and I saw these pictures of all of these headless women and then critiques about their bodies/fashions and I thought – that's so mean! And it is/was. Can you imagine what it would feel like to see yourself online while people critique and make fun of you? Even though none of the pictures were of me, I died a little inside because unless I willfully put such things out there – I would be MORTIFIED.

I suppose too, that at the end of the day – it couldn't hurt me to be a little kinder and gentler. We'll see how long this lasts.