I’m glad to be a woman!

            So, recently I was part of a performance that celebrate being a woman and getting out of our comfort zones (I know I was definitely out of mine!), and I realized it has been a while since I celebrated my womanhood. So you know what? I’m saying it loud and proud for the whole world: I AM GLAD TO BE A WOMAN!
            When I was little, “women” sounded so… sexual? I much rather would have said “lady”. I’m not sure why I thought that, but to be completely honest some of it still lingers. Not that I see “woman” as being sexual, but that it is hard to see myself as being a woman when I’m not sure what I’ve done to earn that position other than being 24. Do you know what I mean? For men, the in between age is “guy”; girls don’t have that. Plus, boys become men when they can fend for themselves (physically, financially, etc.). But what do girls do to become women? I’ve lived on my own, yet I don’t feel like a “woman” that often…
            Anyway, I am glad to be part of the female gender. I can lead and follow several forms of social dancing, and I can say I love following—being lead (by a good leader) on how to move to someone’s interpretation of music. I love having hips—especially ones that move for dancing and sometimes for walking. I look forward to a day when a man pursues me and shows me I’m loved.
            One thing I don’t like about being a woman: people thinking I’m weak or fragile. You open a door for me, I’ll usually appreciate it. You ask me twice if I’m okay when you accidentally lightly bump into me, I’m getting annoyed. I am not made of glass and if you saw some of the things I’ve done (West African Dancing, for instance), you would know it. I can carry my own— ask if I want help carrying a table, fine; take over me carrying a table, why don’t you just help with the next one. Don’t give me lighter tasks just because I’m a girl (unless it is something truly heavy).
            One of my friends got on her soapbox about spiritual warfare and I agree. We kind of ignore that we’re in a war with Satan. I kind of want to start a girls’ group that is focusing on spiritual warfare and what we as women get to do with it. Women have at least been nurses, but I feel like when it comes to church it seems like we’ve been told a lot lately to go look pretty or support our husbands (for those who have one). I want to go out and minister to those wounded or stir up those who are in or going into battle. I confront the enemy every day, whether or not I know it—why am I not arming myself more for it? I want to be so much more than a pretty shelf decoration. I am a weapon!
            Don’t get me wrong, I want so badly to get married (but will wait for the right guy. If you see him, tell him to hurry up). But I am going to be so much more than just a woman who makes him dinner and bares his children. I am going to be a real support. I am going to care and know about the things he does, his career, passions, hobbies, etc. I am going to give him suggestions and tell him the honest truth (lovingly, of course). People may not be able to see it from the outside (though, with my current plan to become an author, they will know I am pursuing my career as well), but I am going to be a huge support (my husband will lean on and respect me).
            Also, a bit of a side note, I have been itching to write a super strong female character. The one for the book I’m currently writing is a bit flimsy. She’s slowly shaping up, getting her confidence, but I have a plan for a character that is going to be super BA. I’m going to love writing her! Literature needs more women who are confident and still feminine.