International Women’s Day is a time to reflect on progress made, to call for change and to celebrate acts of courage and determination by ordinary women who have played an extraordinary role in the history of their countries and communities. Just being a woman based on society can give the impression that women are still in a struggle, I do not have an opinion on the matter.
I tried to think about my mother and the contribution she made to her children’s life, she is a beautiful woman, inside and out, in fact most women I know are actually very wonderful and by that I mean, they are completely satisfied with their contribution to society, just being a woman is enough for them.
We are all playing a role, I was moved by my friend Katanya Davis Blake and the way she said it, her own thoughts and then at the end it made sense to her because the persons that count in her life loves her to bits. Just being a woman for her is actually wonderful.
“I feel like there is so much I could say but yet I feel oddly and perhaps uncharacteristically … speechless.
Society has a way of sending mixed messages about what it means to be a mother, what it means to be a woman. I wasn’t the classy one. Oh I tried, but I am still a jeans and t-shirt girl. I don’t do dress-up well or was it because I was hiding behind the “fat girl” insecurities? I’m still hiding behind it. Over time you learn to be quiet. You learn the value and destruction of silence. You learn to value yourself more or less depending on how you were valued by others. Kudos to the ones who present to the world that they didn’t need that validation and hold themselves in high esteem. It’s ok. We see that scared little girl, hyperventilating in the shadows.
Somehow I think we all wear bruises. Some wear them with shame, some with pride. Bruises heal and fade over time but you never forget what caused them. I’ve seen them beaten and broken into submission by some lowlife who couldn’t stand that she had more dreams, more ambition, more desire than he did. Some remained broken while others took their broken pieces and reconstructed and refashioned a woman worthy.
Someday I tell myself I will be great but my children already think I am so I guess everybody else can go to France. I want to see them be brave and strong. I want to see them thrive and conquer the world. I want when I’m gone they remember me with love and miss me or else I would have served no purpose. Twice they have thrown themselves upon me and told me not to die, and live I shall until I can no longer, until they can make it without me.
This morning, on this International Women’s Day, many women died. Many mothers took their rest. Many children cried. I thought about my own mother and what she means to me and I cried. I have often postulated that it sucks to be a woman. I still believe that. I would rather have been born a man, if only to save me from these “useless” female emotions lol.
So what have I really been trying to say here?”
I was moved by her words, because at the end of the day we are all striving, growing and whether man or a woman we are not going to be comfortable in our skin until we learn to accept self, man or woman, the world is always going to be easier for some, rich or poor, tall or short, black or white, ugly or pretty, good or bad, make the best of it – that much I leave with you.