I am a woman. I am giving hands and a tender heart, open ears and a body that always beckons others in, lets them rest against the beat of my chest. I am arms that spread and fold over tired souls, bring them comfort and love. I am solace. I am safety. I am soft.
I love wildly, but not naively. I care passionately, but always purposely. I am soft, but also strong.
I do not let myself be taken advantage of. I take determined steps and stand my ground. I raise my voice and use my head just as much as my heart. When it comes to a crossroads, I take my time – not because I am scared or weak, but because every decision I make is calculated and thought through.
Because I am capable of choice, of belief, of being my own person, every single day.
I am a woman. I am stubborn and wild. I am tender and compassionate. I am all things bold, but also gentle. I am both loud and quiet, light and dark.
I do not fit into a box. I am not easily labeled, not always understood. Sometimes I am a little too much, but sometimes I want to be more.
But I will not be stepped on. I will not be silenced. I will not be told that my body, my mind, my spirit is a little too loud or my heart is a little too open.
When someone asks, I will not need to explain how I love, how I fight, how I live, how I continue to become the woman I am and always will be.
I will simply say, “I am a woman, both soft and strong.”