Why I’ll Raise My Daughters to Be Strong, Not Polite | Conception Season 2
Why I’ll Raise My Daughters to Be Strong, Not Polite | Conception Season 2 I read once Children Service mirrors of their parents. Forgotten cells basically wanted to please everyone that was my motto from a very early age. I’M a good girl, I’m a very good girl. I was born Asia in Russian. That sounds a little more like after I was pretty much of the model Sophia child well behaved. Polite kind, obedient, check, check, check in Riga, children were taught to be a part of a group in America. I felt very much alone different and not accepted. I think I’m language very quickly. I picked up the culture very quickly and I just really wanted to be a regular American Girl. They knew about b*******, they knew about dark lip liner hoops, and I was like this little immigrant girl who hasn’t started shaving her legs. Yet I was not allowed to wear makeup, but I at some point had stolen my mom’s, like little tiny Chum lip liner that she had lying around the bottom of a bag. We had a pretty early bedtime, but I would sneak my Walkman and I would listen to Z100. These phones, I was learning about a world. It was larger than my own and I kind grasp what I had to do to fit into be cool. I told my parents, I’m changing my name, I’m not going to be asking anymore. I shaved my legs. I wanted to be noticed and I wanted to be pretty. I just wanted to be wanted in high school. I was known as the new exotic girl and I kept thinking to myself if they only knew when male attention first came my way I ate it up and I also Define myself buy it. I still don’t know how to displease. I really didn’t know how to say no, definitely not with any kind of strength. I took these flowers, this Dum blue flowers. As I went up to his very dingy room. All I remember, is crying having my clothes taken off and then him asking me if I wanted to order Chinese food and then I cried, I said stomach me and so s*****. This is so embarrassing and then I put it away for over a decade. Eventually, I stopped being a ragdoll. Of course, then I gave birth to one daughter, followed by second daughter. I realized that, in order to raise strong women, I had to become a strong woman myself. I need to make sure that they have a better sense of self than I had. I didn’t have friends in this country. I felt very much rejected, so one of the constant conversations we’re having is a bad inclusivity. How can we be kind to the people that need it? The most, I think of myself as a defender of my daughters, little spirits, and I know that, even though our world is changing, it is going to chip way at the inner strength that already exist. So my job is to help preserve that strength and teach them to have faith in it, these little freedoms throughout their childhood, going to teach them to listen to their own inner voice of making their own decisions and, if they’re, not the most girls on the Block. I don’t give her Kind. Obedient. Agreeable. Check check check. Now with two daughters of her own, she will make a new set of rules.
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