I will keep this short...
Everyday women fight. They fight themselves in trying to love what they see in their mirror. Trying to embrace the plump young breasts or the memory of, as they begin to perhaps sag in some places. Dimples that replace once firm thighs and buttocks.
They fight their fellow women as they have to keep up with some appearances in hopes to be socially accepted. They forever look for the comfort and company of their fellow sistern, looking for some bond that is ageless and seems more of a myth although their intuition tells them otherwise.
They fight their their male counterparts in a world where they are looked on as emotionaly unstable, dramatic, under par, less than... It has been said a man could never handle being a woman for a week let a lone a lifetime. Men couldnt handle the emotional capacity to bare a child and bond with it for 9months having it be OF them.
Women are Strength in the guise of the softest bodies. The external nothing but a husk that hides an undercurrent of resillience, a well of deep intuition and timeless beauty.
Women are warriors all in themselves. Look at the many mothers with single children, look at the women who have to work everyday to make a a quarter to every mans dollar, look at the women who recieve men and women in love in the purest sensual moments, and yet have to be judged by the world.
Women look forward and up, never behind or down. Be regal, accept your queendom.
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