When I was young I only had one Role model:
My mother, simply because she was my mother, she was strong, confident in her own skin and had thick skin, She could verbally stand up for herself, something I had difficulty with.
As I grew older, my role model list grew. I had more then one. All for different reasons.
Take for instance:
My Cousin - The one that uses her mouth to fight.
For her ability to show no fear even when she reeked off it.
My Aunt - The one I easilty talk to.
For having been through hell, and somehow had come out better the other side. Not only had she survived a emotional abuse relationship, and a physical abuse from family, she had found her fairytale ending.
A Crazy cousin
The known by the whole familhy for her crazy and shameless ways. The one who eveyone called Psycho but it never fazed her.
My Carefree Aunt
She was relaxed in her own skin, yet she stands up for what she believes in.