What is the woman to you?
Who is she?
What are her flaws?
Do you see them at all or is there only perfection from your perspective?
The woman to me has been many things and the things at the forefront of my mind aren’t good. In fact they reflect the very things people give women the most slack for. But then, when I sit and I think about it, my experience with the woman happened way before I walked this earth. And in order to get here, she had to carry me. Create a home, a safe enough space for me to exist while growing into what I’d exist as.
Womanhood. Experiences I had with the girls at school, outside, in the family... All of these moments fixed my idea of the woman. And as I grew and left home, I met the woman in different forms.
The woman with her own business.
The woman writing a book.
The women organizing on behave of their own communities.
The girls forming their own versions of what it is to be a woman.
And I sit I sit in awe of them all. Wondering why I ran away. Wondering what it is was that kept me from leaning in. Binding the ideas of pain knowing —- trusting that even in all of the imperfection there’s something Grand; something praise worthy about the Woman.
How Blessed I Am....
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