What It Means to Be a Women
What Being a Women Means to Me
I just wanted to talk about some things that us as women do (not all but some). My name is Essence and I was scrolling through my social media when I saw a question that popped out to me. What it means to be a women? For some women it means you need to keep yourself a certain way for men. Or staying home with the kids and making sure the house is in order. Now not all women are alike, some do it for themselves and they don’t care what anyone say. Let’s be honest though, as women we talk a lot of crap about each other instead of building each other up (some, not all). To me I don't think that there is one perfect women, but there are great women. I don't think wives have to stay home cleaning and taking care of the kids. It's give and take and men should do just as much as women. I feel like women don't have to cook for men. We do all this stuff just because. I feel like if I cook today then you can cook tomorrow, if I do laundry today then you can do it tomorrow, and if I picked to kids up from school today then you can do it tomorrow. There's so much that we put up for to please men. But I'm only 22 years old, so in my generation we are expected to do the most. The men of my generation (some, not all) think women with huge breasts, big butts, long hair, nails done, and light skin are perfect. But they also want us to be freaky but if we show our freaky side, then we a hoe. When men cheat it's okay but when girls do we are sluts and other things. If we are single and doing us, then we are thots. Men want us look and act a certain way for them instead of being ourselves. Again, I only mean some men, not all. If we don't have our nails done then we nasty because we don't keep ourselves up. Some of us have style and some of us just can't afford to have a style but it's like if we don't have to new Jordan's or some kind of Gucci, then we broke. Well I'm sorry but I ain't paying that just to look good. I think it's stupid all the things we have to do just for some men to accept us. If we don't have long hair then we bald, do we wear wigs, weave, braids, and ponytails. Now a lot of us actually like the extra things: makeup, piercing, lashes, etc. But when we do all those things and we finally get a man, they cheat on us and lie to us anyways; we're supposed to be queens but get treated like peasant. To me, being a women means being yourself. If you don't want to do the extra just to look good for men then don't. Some of us like it but if you don't then stop spending extra money stressing yourself out. Shoot, don't shave if you don't want to. Be free to be who you want to be. Do what makes you happy. But make sure you always handling your responsibilities. That's what being a women means to me. Not giving a damn and doing you no matter what. I want women to start building each other up and for men for one moment. I want women to accomplish all their dreams and do what makes them happy no matter what anyone say. That’s what being a women means.
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