To be a woman

Today as I was browsing Twitter, I came across a tweet that said, “What does it feel like to be a woman?” This tweet got me thinking, I mean, I’m a woman but I have never considered what if feels like. That being said, here’s what it’s like to be a woman.

I think it feels like sometimes you won’t be able to tell if people are mocking you for dreaming big or if they’re supporting you.

It feels beautiful because you can bring life to the world and give love like no other and defy all expectations.

It feels like pain when you get too in your head about not meeting society’s messed up standards and never knowing if you’re good enough or pretty enough or smart enough.

It feels like being so angry that you have to worry about the people who want to take advantage of you and your beauty and your body. 

It feels like the entire world telling you to be “modest” and to “respect yourself” but it counts ONLY if you do those things the way they tell you to. 

It feels like wanting to support and bring up other women and yet still feeling like you’re being pitted against them because that’s what the world likes to see isn’t it? Two or three or multiple women fighting? It’s a cat fight right? So funny. So entertaining that I didn’t even crack a smile. 

It’s people telling you that you’re prettier when you smile and you should smile more and “Oh my God, you’d look so much better if you…” Okay but I didn’t ask. 

It feels like people expecting you to know how to cook and clean and expecting you to get married to a man and act inferior to him when you and they know damn well you worked your butt off to get to where you are and you are inferior to no man. 

It feels like the annoyance people complaining about makeup and suggesting you wear less or more or that you’re fake if you wear it or ugly if you don’t when honestly, it’s not up to them to decide. 

What it feels like to be a woman is beautiful and not so great at the same time time. It’s life and pain and a rollercoaster of experiences and emotions. Personally, it’s something I wouldn’t trade for the world but I know it’s a life that will come with fighting my battles and graciously accepting the wonderful parts of life.

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