This is going to be a short teatime (sorry) but I wanted to write about something that’s been on my mind quite a lot lately. For a couple months now I’ve been thinking on and off simply about the joys of being a woman. I love the empowerment I find from painting my nails and styling my hair whatever way I please. I love how women are strong enough to hold down the house while working their asses off. I feel unstoppable. But you know what makes me feel the most empowered? Not subjecting myself to a group. More specifically, feminists.

The fact that women go all day in heels (ladies you know what I’m talking about… ouch) at work and make the same amount of money as some men motivates me. The fact that I’m up off my ass getting work done while I’m on my period, a feeling men will never understand, leaves me feeling all the more empowered. Only I, a female have the knowledge of this. I love that I can accessorize in so many different ways and change my look so drastically if I wanted to, but still wear my heart on my sleeve. I love that I get to hold my child first for 9 months before anyone can. It makes it all more special. I love that I can be emotional without being stereotyped as “weak” but I am also looked upon as strong. I love that I can speak my mind and my truth and throw punches unlimitedly without receiving them in return by a man, as long as the man has some moral sense instilled in him. Ah yes, that’s another one. The power to influence my future children because “I am your mother, that’s why.”

I believe the key to being successful and powerful is proving yourself as an individual, not as a woman. I didn’t make it to where I am now because I am a woman, I made it here and I just so happen to be a woman. And I could never thank God enough.

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” ~ Proverbs 31:25