About Me:

Aloha! I'm Wendy Kennar. I'm the mother of a seven-year-old son and a wife living in Los Angeles. I was a public school teacher for twelve years until a chronic medical condition made it necessary to leave my teaching career.

I've always been described as "quiet" - really, I'm just biting my tongue. I've got lots to say, and lots of thoughts to share, I just prefer to write them. That's the purpose of this blog. Each Wednesday, I post a personal essay offering my observations and thoughts.

A few fun facts about me: I've wanted to be a writer since second grade, when my teacher, Mrs. Jones, made me a "book" with a yellow construction paper cover. I have never learned to whistle, have always preferred sunflowers to roses, and have spent my life living within the same zip code.

Through the years, my writing has been published in the Los Angeles Times, Christian Science Monitor, United Teacher, GreenPrints, L.A. Parent, DivineCaroline.com, RoleReboot.org, XOJane, and Brain, Child Magazine. Additionally, my personal essays have been included in several anthologies, including: The Barefoot Review, Beyond the Diaper Bag, Lessons From My Parents, Write for Light, Being a Grown-Up: A User's Manual for the Real World, Ka-Pow!, How Writing Can Get You Through Tough Times, Breath and Shadow, The Grey Wolfe Storybook, and Sisters Born, Sisters Found.
I am a regular contributor at MomsLA.com, and you can also find me at Goodreads.

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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Enough is Enough

        I’m 34 years old, and I give up.  I admit defeat.  I won’t ever look like a mannequin, a Barbie doll, or a Victoria’s Secret model.  I will never be a size 2, have a completely clear complexion, or a flat stomach.
   It’s just not going to happen.  And damn, it’s taken me way too long to finally just say this and be done with it.
   I guess it was my stay in the hospital this summer that scared me.  I had spent so much mental energy worrying about the way I looked, believing that I just didn’t look “good enough.”  I hadn’t worried about my health, my body - never thinking it would suddenly fail me.
   So, now here it is.  Almost two months out of the hospital.  Still certain medical issues unresolved.  But, I’m relatively healthy.  I’m walking.  I’m caring for my son.  
   And it’s time I start celebrating the me I am.  Celebrating by looking in the mirror and saying something nice to myself.  Celebrating by wearing pretty underwear - with soft lace and fun designs.  Celebrating by turning my bathroom into a virtual fruit salad - with the scents of strawberry shampoo, rose-scented lotion, and lavender bubble bath.  Celebrating by polishing my nails in colors like Sugar Plum and Purple Pizzazz.  Celebrating by singing along to the radio while I drive.  Celebrating by smiling.  
   Smiling is a big one.  Because whatever is going on at work that will make me want to bang my head against the wall, I still have a multitude of reasons to smile.  And those reasons are all way more important than any inconveniences or frustrations that would make me frown.  
   Every year I remind my students that they are incredible human beings.  To this day, I am utterly amazed that with the billions of people on this planet, no two will ever be alike.  We are unique.  Individuals.  
   And yet, how stupid we are to take this beautiful gift for granted.  That’s the only way to explain how much time and energy most people spend trying to fit in and be like other people - look like other people, dress like other people.
   I’ve always been happy to be a little different - the person with sterling silver rings on almost every finger, the person who changes her earrings to match her outfits.  But, I’ve never really given myself enough credit for the woman I am.  I’ve always compared myself to women who I thought were prettier, thinner, sexier.  I’m not doing that any more. 
   I’m pretty enough.  Thin enough.  Sexy enough.  


  1. Honey,

    You are beautiful inside and out!

    I Love You!


  2. You really are beautiful and unique! You're an amazing, talented, wonderful woman! I am so lucky to have you as a friend. Very few people will fit into the cookie cutter size 2 that we're told we should strive for (heck, I don't think I was a size 2 at birth!). Love yourself for all you are good at. There is no one like you on earth. I am glad that you're not a cookie cutter woman, we probably would not have become friends if you were! xoxo

  3. You are truly a remarkable person.You are a very special person.You are not only beautiful on the outside,but you are a one in a million and anyone who knows you will agree and any child that has you for their teacher is one lucky child.When you give of yourself you give completely.I am so thankful we have the relationship that we have.I love you.

  4. I enjoy your writing. I think you are a beautiful, intelligent person.
    Love Dad