AHHHHHH!!

The beauty and scorn of being a woman.

Lovely on the eyes and soft to the touch but her strength is rigged and rough. Everything about her exudes a resilient aura, she wears her anguish as if it were a designer. No one realizes the silent and vocal battles she faces every single day just from being…a woman.

I loathe being a woman. I despise the way we must carry the burdens of thousands of years on our backs. The way we carry centuries of wounded hearts and discontent in our bosoms…

Woman.

She is strong but not because she was built that way but instead she was molded to exist in a world where she is seen as just the beauty, the maid, and not the brain. Funny. To me the women of the present, past and future represent­­­­­ it all. We are the beauty, the brawn, the brain, the universe, the creator...

Woman.

We create life. We give life. We spend our days our nights nourishing our children, pampering our husbands, nursing our loved ones. But what about she? She falls through the cracks, destined to live an idle life.

Woman.

See, the woman that I am destined to be will be all of these and more. I represent the women of the present, past, and future… brilliant, resilient, soft and beautifully made. Magical and built to endure anything that comes her way.

Woman. The makings of me.