Sometimes maybe the best thing about being a woman is the way you can hide your worries behind a facial mask and the way you can label your bad days as “hormones” until you start wondering if maybe all these hiding have made you not heard enough - when you raise your hands in class but they aren’t always as high enough, when you leave work an extra five minutes earlier to rush for your sick child and you find in your appraisals that you just aren’t good enough, when you stay a little longer for work instead and miss the pick-up time for your child, catching a glimpse of her eyes as if they’re saying that you‘re not here enough, when you stay home all day with your child wiping the same spills and you wonder if you’re doing enough, when they say that your body isn’t small enough, when your clothes never match enough.
But they will never match anyway because you are one of a kind, and your body will never be small enough because it is home to a big heart and a child you so amazingly bring to this world with all the power it possess, and you didn’t just wipe spills - you also wipe tears and that is life-changing, and you were never late for a work meeting and especially for your child, you were just fixing your cape to do this super-heroic thing of constantly being at two places at one time, and your hands may not seem as high when you raised them in class but they are at the highest place each time they touch the hands of a loved one and spread the power of kindness, like you always do.
Sometimes maybe the best thing about being a woman is the way you can hide your worries behind a facial mask, but only if you remember to always take it off and look at the woman in the mirror and tell her that she is Enough.
P/S: Happy International Women's Day to every woman reading this. Thank you for being you.