Tweet Dear Brittany,
Is it okay if I call you Brittany? I assume so, since I am here writing you a love letter and all and I don't see the need for formalities. I have been in love with you and the Alabama Shakes ever since I first heard you on the radio. It was soulful, and real and moving and rockin' and everything you'd ever want in a song (that was the masterpiece that is Hold On). Your voice- it moved me. It reminded me of Janis Joplin, and as a friend once said- Janis was awesome because she was just such a badassmotherfucker.
A few months ago a friend mentioned that she didn't know what kind of music I liked, so I went searching for a link to send her. I found one, and I saw you for the first time. And I'll tell you- this is kind of weird, I know- but when I saw you, I felt elated.
Now don't get me wrong here. I don't hate Taylor Swift, or that other Britney, or Carrie Underwood or Call Me Maybe girl or any of those other washboard abbed made-up to perfection musical personas that are popular right now. I really don't hate them- more power to them. But here's what I hate- that's all there is. With the exception of Adele, and isn't there that whole "exception that makes the rule" thing?
You see Brittany, I have a daughter. A beautiful, healthy, perfect, smart, energetic daughter. She's wonderful. She's got the world at her feet and I'm excited to see where it takes her. And you wanna know the fucked up thing? The most fucked up thing EVER is that she thinks she needs to be on a diet.
Look at that girl. She couldn't be lovelier. And she's got a strong body that climbs trees and does cartwheels and swings on monkey bars and roller skates and takes her everywhere she wants to go. I mean, she couldn't be any more amazing- and she got this horrid disgusting idea of being on a diet. AT 8 YEARS OLD. It makes me want to tear my hair out and bang on walls and Hulk smash all the electronic devices in our house with a hammer. Because she has not gotten that shitty idea at home. I am a plus sized woman and I make sure to be confident in myself and teach my kids that being a good person is what matters the most. But it doesn't look like it's enough.
So thank you, Brittany. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being a kick ass woman who isn't a Hollywood cookie cutter stereotype. Thank you for giving my daughter someone she can look up to who won't give her self-esteem issues about not having a 6 pack. And finally, thank you for the music that stirs my soul. I am truly happy you are in this world.