Women, we are told, are the weaker sex.
It’s a sexist male statement, obviously, because the measure of strength cuts across the two dimensions of physical power and emotional display, both of which men hold in high regard to keep hard.
But we women measure differently. While the estrogen softens our skin and opens our hearts, it makes us more supple, enabling us to flow with the river instead of being swept away and look for the glimmers of happiness during the darkest nights.
We endure a constant rain of dismissiveness, objectification, hate, and sometimes fists. But we’re still here and we’re never going away.
Our strength is below the surface, a stainless steel resolve, which may dent or break under extreme duress but that will not tarnish.
We embrace and caress our softness to let the universe flow through us, and we nurture and feed our strength, for we will never let anyone tell us we are weak for simply being human.
Be soft. Be strong. Be human.