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To the Women Who Keep Showing Up





As you guys know, I love giving a backstory before writing a blog post.
This one is simple: It’s International Women’s Day, and I wanted to write something for my women.

At first, the words that came out were all too familiar: the struggles, the pain, the disadvantages that come with being a woman. But I cleared my drafts. No one needs another reminder of how we always seem to be on the bad side of everything.

While writing my last paper this semester, I was in pain, the kind that makes you want to curl up and disappear. I had taken painkillers, but they barely worked. Still, I had to act like everything was fine, be a big girl, and write my exam. Because really, nobody cares. It happens every month, to every woman, and we’re expected to just "deal with it, you’re not special."
And that got me thinking about the women who show up every day despite what their bodies are telling them. The ones who push through, not because they have a choice, but because life doesn’t pause for them. And because we’ve fought for equality, some men now think, well, that serves them right—if only they had stayed in their lane. Lmao.

But here’s what I want to say: You’re doing a good job.
Yes, the system is rigged against you. Yes, the expectations are unfair. But despite all odds, you have fought to be where you are today. And that, in itself, is remarkable.

And to the men? Just do better as men. It’s really not that hard.
One too many times, I’ve seen men act like they know everything about women and our bodies. Please, stop acting like you do. And not every discussion centered around women is a competition, a comparison, or an argument.
This sums it up well:
"When we say women are equal to men, that means we have equal value and should be granted equal dignity and equal freedom as image-bearers of God. It does not mean our bodies are the same as men’s."

Lastly, to every woman reading this: Keep going. You are seen. You are valued. You are enough.

Happy International Women’s Day❤️

Comments

  1. Beautiful write up as always 🌷

    Happy international women's day to you too

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  2. Another beautiful write up.....always looking forward to it,
    Thank you 😊.
    Happy International Women's Day .

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  3. Inspiring writing. Keep it up💫💫

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