what a relief it is to be a woman. to be terrified, vulnerable, always anxious, forever worried, far too loving or far too lusting, loud mouthed, moment grasping, baby-bearing, romance obsessed, super delicate, heart aching, weigh loss eager, insecure, over passionate, under cooperative, mind throbbing, idol worshipping, elegantly swearing, cuddle needing, attention seeking — yet always soul grabbing, breath taking, strong and beautiful. we are not given enough damn credit.
in no way am i asking for recognition but i think it is important that woman celebrate themselves. i think is so so important that women continue to educate themselves, uplift themselves and others, speak for themselves, stand up for themselves, take care of themselves, touch themselves and forever love themselves — far more than any man could. it is important that we remain ourselves, for ourselves, and stay true to everything and everyone that makes us feel invincible. sometimes we get so lost in the idea that we should look like others but all our flaws are what makes us so damn beautiful. and sometimes, i do not want to be pretty. i want to be seen. i want to be appreciated like a woman and not like a piece of cake. i want a man to look me in my eyes and say, “what a relief it is to see a woman who loves herself.”