When I was little I was chubby, and there was nothing that infuriated me more than my brother’s nicknames to poke fun at me. Some of his favorites were: “chubalot,” “porky pig” and “cow.” But out of all of them, the one that made me the maddest was “fridge.” According to him I was as big and square as a refrigerator with two doors.

I drove around the shopping center’s parking lot for fifteen whole minutes searching in vain for an available space until, finally, I spotted a woman walking toward her car. I followed her and patiently waited as she put all her shopping bags into her red truck.

In my years as a motivational speaker, I’ve discovered how enterprising and ambitious we women are. When I ask women what their professional goals are, the vast majority say: “I’d love to have my own business,” “I want to be my own boss,” “I wish I were independent.”