Badass Women: Sylvia Plath

I couldn’t talk about badass women without mentioning a poet who has profoundly influenced my life. Sylvia Plath’s work has offered comfort in my struggles with mental illness and provided a literary inspiration to emulate. Her poetry is gorgeous and raw, and her semi-autobiographical novel The Bell Jar remains one of literature’s most honest depictions of depression and womanhood. Plath died of suicide at age 30, and it breaks my heart to know that she never learned how far her words reached and how deeply they resonated. Here is her biography, and here is her poem, Mad Girl’s Love Song, one of my favorites.

Plath wrote, in The Bell Jar, of a quite universal problem of ambition and apprehension:

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

I wrote a spoken word poem inspired by Plath’s fig tree, and I performed it recently at a local coffee shop, calming my nerves by fingering my gold “I am, I am, I am” necklace.

(Read the poem here.)

From the bottom of my heart: Thank you, Sylvia Plath!

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Photos: Landshoff/Mademoiselle/Conde Nast and Unsplash.

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