I don’t envy any woman’s looks, career, or money status. I do envy women with more children because my own eldest child died. I don’t envy them in a bad way. I am so happy for them and I wish them the absolute best and even more children if they are able. But I do envy.
I also envy the women who are able to have easier pregnancies. Mine were extremely difficult, and I’d so love to have had the experience of being pregnant and not in hellish pain or needing to see the doctor three times a week.
Compared to this, honestly, what another woman looks like or how much money she makes is nothing to me. Women who can feel that kind of envy are very fortunate because they haven’t suffered real female defeats. Being at war with one’s own body because it just won’t do the one thing you really need it to do is harsh.

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