Just a reflection, what is the worst thing, one calls a woman? Lets not be political correct the words that mght pop up are words like slut, whore, bitch, c.. whatever.
When it comes to a guy whats the worst thing that we call him, fag, girl, bitch, pussy, I have read the word “Mangina” somewhere though I am not sure what it means.
Did you figure what I am trying to say? The worst thing you call a girl is a girl, the worst thing you can call a guy is girl, that translates to being a woman is the ultimate insult!! Not tell me we are not lopsided.
Growing up to be an woman is not easy, we are always taught its almost like being bombarded with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives:” this is what you should wear at age twenty” “this is how you behave when you are twenty five” this and that, the voices bark on and on, dispensing these ideals for the girls of today, yet there is a lack of voice of assurance. There is no comfort and assurance.
To me, whether you are four or forty-four or seventy four, it is immaterial, it is always wonderful to be elegant, fashionable to have grace, glamorous to be brave and important to own a delectable perfume! Yes, wearing a beautiful fragrance is style in any age. I remember my maternal grandmother’s lavender fragranced sari and paternal grandmother’s sandalwood ones.
It’s definitely difficult being a woman, and growing. When you’re graceful, people say you lack personality: when you’re serene, people say you’re boring, when you’re confident you are arrogant, when your you’re feminine, you’re to girly, when you climb tree you are tomboy!
Again to me being having a strong sense of self without others ignorance limiting me, would be being a woman. When people don’t know what grace is, they can’t identify serenity, when they have inferiority complexes it is kind of difficult to accept being feminine, and they don’t know how to climb tree! Can you believe it?
When any woman honours herself, all women collectively move closer to becoming what they are truly capable of being.
The reasons and ways to embrace all that we are many. By honouring own experience and willingly share it with others, be it men or women, we teach what we learn, that makes us strust ourselves and our inner voice, we teach that trust to others as well. Clasping hands with family members and friends, co-workers and strangers in a shared walk through the journey of life, we all all to the see the self respect she possesses and accepts their respect too this often through look, word and deed.
If we, be it man or woman, can look back into our past doing so without regret and instead seeing only lessons that brought her to her current strength and wisdom, she embraces the fullness of her experience. We help those around us, to build upon the past as we do. And when we choose to create our desires, we place our power in the resent and move forward with life to the future.
Seeing our own divinity, we learn to recognize the divinity in all. like coach Venu used to tell me, we begin to see our body as a temple, appreciating its form and function, regardless of what age or stage of life we find ourselves. We can enjoy all that brings to our experience and appreciate others and their experience as well.
Coming to back of women and women hood rather than seeing other women as competition we can look around us to the cycle of life reflected in the beauty of our sisters, reminding us of our own radiance just in case we forget. We can then celebrate all aspects that makes us worthy of praise, dancing to express the physical, speaking proudly to express our intellect, sharing our emotions and leading the way to our spiritual guidance. Embracing our woman hood, we can reveal in facets that allow us to shine with beauty and trenght of a diamond to illuminate our world.
“It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
― Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women
4 Replies to “Embracing WomanHood.”
Very nice, agree with you…
A thought provoking piece!