I would say . . .
They will tell you what you are supposed to be. How you are supposed to look. How you should feel and act.
Their expectations will overwhelm you.
But at some point—because you are going to be one of the lucky ones–you’re going to question it.
Because if all they say is true:
Why are they pushing so hard?
Why would they need to?
And why is what they expect the source of such struggle and angst?
You’ll try at first. Because, of course, you will.
You will attempt to re-mold the shape and size of your body. You will wear clothes that feel uncomfortable and tight; shoes that cause your feet to blister and swell. You will spend thousands of dollars and hours on beauty products that promise flawless skin; shiny, soft hair; smoky, mysterious eyes; and lips such a shape and color they will cause men to imagine how they would feel wrapped around their dick. You will declare war on hair in places where hair just should not be.
And that’s just the physical aspects of the job.
You will need to be naturally maternal, as a yearning will manifest itself deep inside your womb at the exact, right age telling you you were born to become someone’s mother. Someone’s wife. A sex goddess. An amazing cook. The keeper of the perfect house.
While you may find you have a natural talent for some of these things, you won’t for others. And that will make you feel guilty and like there’s something wrong with you.
But realize, it’s all a part of The Great Big Lie.
Squint your eyes. Take a closer look: the demand of you is on what; not who.
The strange dichotomy is when you stop focusing on the idea of being the right kind of woman and on being the right kind of person is when you become.
That’s the source of the magic, power, and mystique that is uniquely you.
Oh, and by the way, that’s going to piss some off.
And that is how you will know you’ve arrived.