Jessica Rose, MSc

Someone reposted this and said it would break the hearts of average women to read what it’s like to be, what did he say, at the “top of the pecking order of women”. Oh dear. A response from the most plain Jane average woman on earth: The experience she writes about is magical. I’m so happy for this woman and for the love she experiences. I remember when I learned I’d never be the most beautiful woman in the room. Many many years ago when I was much younger my uncle was dying of cancer and we went to say goodbye. He was high on pain medicine at the end. My sister and I entered the room and he said it was “Lu and her sister, the beautiful one of the three”. I remember the awkward silence grew and I realized what he’d said. I started laughing and the tension eased. How could I be hurt? My sister *is* the beautiful one. Always has been. I was always the muddy blonde with the congenitally malformed legs. Short. Average. My sister is gorgeous. This isn’t the part where I say I got all the personality and she got the looks. She got it all. She is brilliant. A great mother. Her beauty detracted nothing from her whatsoever. She is interesting, witty, a genuinely delightful human. My heart didn’t break when I heard that from my uncle. I was born with an innate sense of my own worth. It never occurred to me I wouldn’t marry and be a mother. That I wouldn’t be loved. It seemed so obvious. Hell I like me surely other folks will too. It’s not that God made up for my average-ness so this is a story about how smart I am to make up for it. I’ve been loved well I’m in competition with zero women. My husband looks at me in a way that lights me on fire. He’s my everything. I’m his home. You don’t need to be all that special to receive and give love. You can be just like me. Perfectly average and perfectly loved. I think the original post from the gentleman is wrong. I hope every woman reading this feels this much loved and cherished. Swooned over. I’ll be falling asleep next to the man who gave me my last name, my kids, and this home in spite of my limp, my snark, and all the rest that makes me human. Happy anniversary, Brittany ❤️