Let’s be real: we also love to underestimate women. It’s a weird, collective pastime. We celebrate their ‘failings’ more than their wins. We notice when they’re distant, controlling, or ambitious - but rarely when they’re brilliant, resilient, or quietly revolutionary. Victoria’s story is a perfect case study: a woman who has spent her life carefully curating her image and empire, only to be subjected to endless public opinion like a reality show participant in perpetuity.
And yet, maybe that’s the point. Maybe we need to ask ourselves why we’re still surprised when a woman can be multifaceted. Why do we assume that if a woman is ambitious, she can’t also be empathetic? That if she’s stylish, she can’t also be smart? That if she’s successful, she can’t also be human? Victoria Beckham isn’t just Posh Spice or a designer; she’s an emblem of the contradiction we refuse to accept in women: that they can be all of it at once.
Watching her story made me reflect: I wish as women we weren’t always trying to drag each other down. And how can we stop underestimating ourselves, holding ourselves to impossible standards, or measuring our worth against curated Instagram feeds? Maybe the answer lies in celebrating ambition, elegance, and resilience—without guilt, without commentary, and without underestimation.
So yes, perhaps we have been mean. But the bigger shame isn’t Victoria’s reputation - it’s our collective reluctance to let women be extraordinary without judgement. Here’s to Victoria, here’s to laughing at our insecurities, and here’s to finally giving ourselves—and each other - the credit we deserve.