What Dolly Parton taught me about judgement and self-awareness
I love Dolly Parton. Love
love LOVE HER! She is an amazing and magnificent human, a blessing in our world,
an incredible artist, and she inspires me to be a better person.
Dolly recently lured
me to her Instagram page after
her social media montage
became a hit – mostly with the boys. But go and check her out on social media.
Her truth speaks through every word. You want to see authenticity? Dolly nails
it.
Alternatively, check
out the podcast Dolly Parton’s
America, hosted by Jad Abumrad – thanks for the recommendation Tori Allen!!
It’s brilliant and even Steve has enjoyed listening to it. A success at last!
Something else worth
watching , if you want to get an insight into this remarkable woman, is her commencement
speech at the University of Tennessee in 2009. Beautiful.
Today Dolly is off the
charts in popularity. She is well loved by so many and crosses societal
boundaries more than any other star in the world today. She’s amazing.
But I didn’t always feel this way. Not at all.
My love affair with
Dolly only started when I was about 30. My Boston boss, Chris Nahil, played her
new bluegrass album while we were driving to a client meeting. He’s a real
music aficionado, so I always respected his choices. And that is when Little Sparrow
entered into my soul.
Check it out if you’ve never heard of it
I walked away from that moment confused. Why had I not seen her
incredible talent before? Why had I always been so judgemental of her? Oh I
could sing along to her hits, like Jolene, but that feeling of love towards her
wasn’t there, then. It is now.
Equally, I always enjoyed her movies too. Steel Magnolias
remains an eternal favorite. As does 9 to 5, and of course, Best
Little Whorehouse in Texas. The movies of my youth.
But my feelings towards her went deeper and I came to realize it
was about me, not her. Self-awareness is such a powerful thing. This whole
experience with Dolly taught me that if I feel strongly against someone, I need
to reflect deeply on the why. Is it them, or is it me?
Obviously, when someone is hateful or revolting to other human
beings, to nature or animals, I’m pretty clear on my feelings. But if they are
just being themselves, well that’s potentially on me and not them.
In Dolly’s case, I really struggled with the physical side – her embellishments.
And we are all aware of them. Mention Dolly in any conversation and at least
one person will mention her boobs. Guaranteed. In fact I know some of you will be sniggering right now. It's always been true when it comes to Dolly.
The beauty of the boob talk for Dolly is how much she makes a joke
of it herself. She totally disarms the conversation when it comes up. I admire
that tremendously.
Boobs
But boobs were an issue for me. I went from a scrawny kid to a 12-year-old
with a DD Cup overnight, and rather quickly, my boobs became a talking point - often
in the background, as snide remarks.
I always knew it was happening, and I’ve
also heard friends speak of other women’s large boobs in my presence too.
Knowing it’s a topic of conversation when people speak about you, is not
something I’ve ever enjoyed or appreciated. I just wished it never happened.
As a young teenager, I hated it. Really hated it. I didn’t want
boobs in the first place, and I certainly didn’t enjoy the attention – because the
truth is, I wasn’t ready for it. Some girls grow up fast and relish being women,
some grow up slower. I was definitely on the slower front, but the world around
me didn’t honour that, because there was an obvious physical contradiction.
On reflection, I realized I pushed these feelings onto Dolly,
because I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to attract that
attention to themselves. From my perspective, it was horrible attention,
especially as a 12-year-old with the older men in my life looking at me in ways
they never had before.
And that is why I dismissed Dolly for so long. I couldn’t connect
with this opposite way of being female. Not at all. She had pride in her femininity
and had pride in enhancing it as she did. I just couldn’t understand it. So I
judged it. Harshly.
Thinking about it today, in her own way, she was owning her own narrative.
She did it for her, and if you look at the commencement speech, you
can understand where that inspiration came from. That doesn’t deserve to be
judged. Good on her!
It’s me, not her
But this was never something I would do or be proud of, however Dolly
was totally fine with it, and therefore, on that day 20 years ago when I
listened to Little Sparrow for the first time, I started to dig deep into these
feelings and understood it had nothing to do with Dolly and everything to do
with me.
I appreciate Dolly so much for this lesson. It has made me reflect
on any strong feelings I have towards other people and to understand which part
of those feelings is me and not them. Once you realize this truth, it’s amazing
what you uncover.
I think we are raised to pass judgement towards our fellow humans a
lot, and we are not encouraged enough to reflect on why we feel that way. We
judge, but are we right in our judgement? Are our ideas the only right ones? Are
our ways of living and being the only acceptable ones?
I mean just look at the performance of JLo and Shakira at the Super
Bowl this week – it’s been slut
shamed all the way!! And women have been going to town! Come on girls. Let’s
build each other up and celebrate all. That’s a much better way.
I know I don’t have all the answers, nor do I live in a way that’s
acceptable to everyone, but I know true beauty is very apparent when you have diversity
in your life. This is pretty much why everyone is welcome into my life and have
been for decades. I love the diversity and complexity of people around me. It
is my true joy in life.
All I know is I want to encourage everyone to dig deep whenever we
have negative feelings towards another, and if the real reason is something
within us, then we can own that and stop deflecting it onto other people. What
a difference that would make in the world?
Getting back to boobs
It’s hard being a woman with big boobs and it’s hard knowing they
get talked about. Next time you feel these words bubbling up when you’re around
a lady with large chesty dumplings, please just reflect on whether it’s a nice
thing to say about someone else.
Some women may love it. Some may hate it. But when you strip a
person down to one physical part of them, you will often miss how much more
they are. I have spent my life working to be more, but sometimes, I know it’s
just my boobs that get a mention. I know many other ladies who say the same. Oh
you know, that lady with the big tits?!
I wish it wasn’t so. And I hope my sharing here helps people
understand what it’s like.
Obviously there are many other physical dimensions talked about –
big arses, small boobs, lush lips, etc… and of course the non-sexual ones
(although these can be sexual too) like skin color or race, skin disorders
(like Vitiligo),
disabilities, injuries, and more/ I truly believe that if you diminish someone
to one thing, you also can potentially diminish them full stop.
Let’s lift people up, not break them down. Enough of that going on
in the world, huh?
And Dolly. Thank you for being an amazing human and I apologize for
putting my shit on you. I’m just glad I worked it out, and that it has been a
lifelong lesson to always be self-aware of where my own thinking comes from,
and to not be judgemental of anyone.
Can anyone else relate to this story – not with Dolly, perhaps
someone else? I’d love to know? Or perhaps it’s made you think about your
feelings towards another?
Regardless, one day I will get to Dollywood. And Fiona Randall Taskis,
you’re still coming with me, right?
Yours, without the bollocks
Andrea
Thank
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