09/16/2026
This is a picture of me and my older daughter on Mother’s Day when I was a pediatric resident.
I graduated from Medical school and completed my residency in Texas. I loved living in Texas. I loved how friendly my classmates at Texas A&M were. I loved the family feeling TX A&M gave me. I loved the food, spring when the bluebonnets exploded onto the scene, cowboys - who you could hear walking from the sound of their spurs long before you saw them in the hospital parking lot and I loved learning to be a doctor. I felt like I had found my place in the world - both in Medicine and in Texas. I honestly didn’t see myself leaving Texas.
But the last two years of residency changed my mind. I found out from attendings (doctors who had finished residency) that the female doctors were being paid almost 25% less than their male counterparts for the same job… the same job, the same number of hours and the same employer. Then my pediatric program director told me I was too outspoken for a woman in that part of the country and that I needed to be more quiet and another male doctor told me that I was going to work part time and my career was never going to matter. And the rose colored glasses came off.
I started looking for jobs on the east coast.. I decided I wanted to see green grass again and magnolia trees and honeysuckle.. the plants I grew up with (none of this grew in central Texas well).
As I searched for a job, I found more and more that it was common to pay female doctors less for the same work as men, it wasn’t just a problem in Texas. It made me mad that a man might hire me, make me see way too many patients, and make money from my work while paying me less (every job I interviewed for in Alabama and Georgia had male employers/bosses).
And that’s why this little girl ( literally this picture was taken May of 2002 only 2 months before I moved to Georgia and opened my own practice) moved to Georgia and opened her own practice straight out of residency. I didn’t know anything about owning a practice, and I had no idea if my practice would be successful or not - but I did know that I would get paid for the true work I did and not only 75% of it.
I see this picture and can’t believe I did what I did. Remove the red lipstick and I look 14 years old. No wonder people didn’t always like it when I stood up for myself or when I gave medical orders to staff. No wonder I had to fight to be heard and to be taken seriously.
And you know what I have found over the years? I still often have fight to be heard, to protect myself and for people to know I mean business.
And, My older daughter, the little girl in this picture, fights everyday - as a lawyer - for other women to be heard. And she is a beast in the courtroom.
I am happy with the life I forged, don’t get me wrong, but I hope my younger daughter (20 years younger than her sister) and your next generation of girls don’t have to fight so much. And I hope, if they are loud and outspoken like me, men don’t just label them a B$&!h and actually treat them fairly, like they should, not just when it comes to pay but with simple civil and constitutional rights. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful world in which to live?
❤️Dr Hill
PS: I was 29yo in this picture. (Old enough to be taken seriously as a doctor).