I love feeling pretty and pamper with looks.
But I also love feeling that my looks is the last priority when I am in my zone and I instead wear the sweat, blood-red skin and ugly faces that comes with training hard.
I own dresses and high heels in overwhelming amounts.
But I also own just as many tights, sport bra's and sneakers.
I love chatting with my girlfriends about all things superficial and men and food.
But I also love having having those really deep conversations about existentiality and life's meaning and purpose.
I love girly sleepovers.
And I love watching or playing sports.
I love things that are seen as being opposite of eachother. Things that do not go together. Things that does not fit in a mall.
I love being a woman. With muscles. With independency and confident of my own ability. Yet, human and aware of my flaws. With a will to better myself without feeling inadequate and insecure while doing so. Grateful, but not content, always striving towards more.
☝🏽Don't pigeonhole me, because it can not be done. I have many layers, i am simple but not easy. Complex and complicated but not difficult. A woman, pointing many directions. As many women do. And we are not to be put in different categories, groups or stereotypes. We are more than that 👧🏽👧👧🏻