Boundless Entries

What does it take to be a woman? A question amongst many I often think about now that there isn’t just one but two little girls who will soon grow to look for answers. 

Shall I say that to be a woman is to constantly mourn your past selves? Every role is all-consuming. A constant recreation of one’s self. The boss, the wife, the mother, the daughter and the friend. 

Shall I say it’s regretting the book you never wrote in your twenties? But then remembering that had you written about love then you would have confused it with lust. Had you written about despair you would have confused it with human existence. And had you written about ambition you would have confused it with corporate enslavement. 

Shall I say it’s like being trapped in your own insecurities? Ones that you always thought were self imposed. Only to realize they were the male standards. And that this simple realization sets you free. 

Shall I say it’s like always being so close to running away? Until you finally do it. When your words are never absorbed solemnly and then your actions are met with shock. 

Shall I say it’s the constant watering down of what you are made of so you come off as more digestible? But you’re bound to find someone with the appetite to devour your mind and soul exactly for what they are. And when you do, just make sure to never let them go. 

I can say much more. I can show for it too. There are things I can flaunt and there are things I have gotten wrong. But I’ll say that to be a woman is to break a thousand times over in a world designed just for that yet seamlessly piece it all together. Because that’s not simply what you do. It’s who you are.