Women’s Day
Today is an important day, and so, in honor of International Women’s Day, I want to dedicate this post to all the women in my life, all the women whose names were never written on the family tree, all the women that came before me, and I never got to meet. All the beautifully eccentric, strong, kind, and compassionate women whose smiles and warm words of encouragement always follow me.
Happy International Women’s Day to us!
I want to dedicate this post to my grandmother, whose fights keep getting bigger but never take away her courage or kindness. To my mother, who carries her pains hidden inside. To my twin, my soulmate and anchor – I love you. To my sister and friends, thank you for enriching my life, inspiring me, and making me feel safe. To my aunts, who help shape me into the woman I am.
Happy International Women’s Day to my professors, who guide and support me, who re-spark my interest in what I love, and who help me see my visions through. I want to say thank you to the authors whose stories, both on and off the paper, inspire me to keep exploring the world. Every day I am filled with gratitude.
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All the women who gave up on the color pink, so they don’t see them as ”too girly”. All the women who gave up on their femininity, so they don’t come off as ”too weak”. All the women who got disrespected and then called hormonal and dramatic just for standing up for themselves.
All the women who got honked or whistled on the street by men old enough to be their fathers, just for wearing a skirt. All the women who got followed home by hooded men, or the phantoms of paranoia, because no street and no city is safe.
All the women who make it to the top in this man’s world. All the women who bite their fears and keep going.
All the women.
You do not need to be perfect and accomplished and have all of it figured out to be worth it. Your strength and the will to keep fighting are enough. On that note, I want to thank all the women who had sacrificed so much, and whose wounds are still healing. All of them, who are silently fighting, still with a smile on their faces. Who still can’t put themselves first. They are my heroes, safe havens, and my only true pillars of stability in this world.
Women amaze me every day. From small things, like sharing recipes, the best ways to make coffee, or passing down jewelry, or favorite books, to the intimate stories only we can understand, to the heartbeats that skip to the same trauma or to the color of my hair I got from my great grandmother or the color of my eyes I got from my mother – I am in every bit marked by every woman around me.
I struggle a lot with my image, my name, and my identity. Sometimes I feel like all the walls are crumbling down. Sometimes I am so desperate and angry that I can’t even word it properly anymore. The injustice, the disrespect, and the harm make me very angry. Every hand raised against a woman is the hand I want to bite off. But, the angrier it makes me living in this world, the prouder it makes me feel to be a woman. Through women’s eyes, I see the divine. I am proud to be a woman.
Who do you want to say ‘thank you’ to? Who are the women that inspire you? Feel free to share your love in the comments!
I LOVE 🥺💕💕💕✨