It seems as though even with all of our advances in life a lot of us are still stuck in a mindset of being less than. Now if you were wondering yes, indeed, I am talking about woman. Not that guys can't feel this way either but no offense since the beginning of time you have pretty much had he upper hand. To the point that if a woman were to speak her mind she would feel extreme angst after, afraid she overstepped her boundaries. That she was now not as lovable due to her possibly being "too much to handle". And that the more she spoke the less love she deserved. She was no longer the "good girl" that did as she was told or bit her tongue to the point that the impressions never left. So therefore, now she is "hard to handle" or "too stubborn". Excuse me but isn't that how men are all the time? They are hard-headed, stubborn and if they are too much to handle for you then you just need to find a new man. But for woman it's different, the idea that she feels the need to apologize for speaking up or just freaking standing up for herself is absurd. Telling a man he has hurt you or overstepped his boundaries is no different than a man telling you the same. There is absolutely no need for us to run back apologizing when WE were the ones that were hurt. We need to stop apologizing all the time for not always being perfect for everyone. We don't owe anything. How quiet we are, what we eat, the makeup we do, or don't wear, how we do or don't look, body size and weight have nothing to do with our worth. We are just worthy as anyone else. So we need to stop acting like we are ashamed of our own voices. Our worth is dependent upon us and how we see ourselves. Not on, if we sit still and be pretty.
' “Goodmorning rosie doodle atta day” his gruff but light voice says as he plants a wet kiss on my cheek, his face still dripping from the shower. I beam so hard it hurts my newly woken face. He walks over to the sink, looks in the mirror, rubs his chin and reaches for the razor. Meanwhile I patter my way to where I sit on the edge of the bathtub. Sitting quietly, I watch him as he lathers up and begins the fluid motion of running the blade down his face. Diamond eyed, my pocket sized hands lay on my lap.'
Unlike anything before
It didn't leave when you showed it the door
Nor did it go when tears began to flow
Throughout the day
Occurring during each inhale
The only time it subsided
Was when her smile was widest,
When she felt most safe,
And her eyes the brightest
But even then
It still lingered
In her thoughts
The salty scent of the sea calls as we begin the climb onto the 9 mile bridge. Inclines and turns allows peeks of the islands red shores with the dark blue ocean enveloping everything. Descending off the bridge finally on island ground, twisting in my seat, as my little shadow follows, we lie on our backs and let our feet dangle out the windows.The air calling all loose wisps of hair, with the smell of salt and earth and the occasional touch of chamomile or manure, I'm home.
Can we always trust our instinct? Or is it sometimes just our hopes and wishes that take over? Our brain making us believe it's our body sending signals from an innate knowing, when really all it is, is something we want. Can we always trust our own judgement? Or are we most fake with ourselves?
Why does it seem as though people have all the time in the world to listen to your complaints and belly aches but the second you are actually happy they have no time? The idea that as long as you stay negative they will stick with you to bitch and complain but once you no longer want to part-take in this melancholy drama you aren't interesting. That having a shitty day, month, life, what have you, is the only thing that makes you worth talking to. After that whats the point of talking? Like we get it "you're over the moon happy", shut up and let me complain your ear off until my unhappiness makes you start to feel shitty again, so then we can go back to being friends. Since when did we become addicted to negative conversations? We can't seem to get enough, constantly sucking the happiness out of the closest ear. Why can't happy conversations be just as, if not more, sought after? Especially since the majority of people are constantly looking to lead a " happy, healthy life", just shut up and be happy.
Take pride in how far you have come and have faith in how far you can go