L.O.V.E. and WomanHood

Sometimes I don’t know what it means to be a woman. Does it mean guarding yourself? Protecting your relationships like a lioness defending her territory? Or does it mean being vulnerable and wearing your heart on your sleeve? I think it means something different for each of us but too often we punish ourselves for being different. Different is how we were made. Different is how we were meant to be. I don’t typically sit around twirling my hair around my finger like a princess. I don’t always have shaved legs or painted toes even but I know that I’m beautiful. I know this because I am passionate about many things that have nothing to do with exterior.  I am also superbly passionate about love. Who needs painted toes when you have love? And when love is true, you don’t feel the need to try so hard to put on a perfect face. You can just be whoever, whatever you are. Love makes everything easy. Loving yourself is even better. Loving others is a rush of euphoria. Some people in this world just have a way of making you feel supremely beautiful. Your personality blossoms like a flower. You feel you can succeed at almost anything. What could be better? That’s real love. That’s what I’ve had. That's what I expect. That’s what I want again...