You are enough. You are way too much, actually.
Every single testosterone possessor claims he wants a strong woman, an independent woman; that’s until you actually stand up and pursue your goals. All of a sudden, you are too much; you have forgotten your place.
Actually, he realized he has to step his own shit up.
They love us, strong women, as ideas and fantasies. They can’t handle us; we are too strong, too fierce, too full of fire.
Of course we weren’t always like that; but, as you became a woman yourself, you noticed sometimes it takes balls to be one. Every brick they threw at you, you used it to stand on; you cannot be defined by single-word adjectives like ‘pretty’, you need novels to describe your personality. You acknowledge your limits and capacities and you are aware you are a force of nature; passion personified as a human being.
William Golding said ‘Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. You give her sperm, she will give you a baby; you give her a house, she will give you a home; you give her groceries, she will give you a meal; you give her a smile, she will give you her heart. So if you give her crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit. ‘
So true; besides the last phrase. I would’ve said ‘if you give us crap, be ready to fall into oblivion’; we don’t give shit because we don’t care.
Real women like us have high fucking standards; we wear all the battles we’ve won on our shoulders and make them look like freaking wings. We are beasts in our own ways and we will always turn pain into power.
And we keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than we do.
If you think you found him, don’t rush it; he needs to understand that you know how to love, but that you also know how to love yourself; he needs to realize that you don’t need him, but want him, and that you can be content all by yourself too; he needs to process the fact that if you were meant to be controlled, you would’ve come with a remote.
Sometimes you will be too much of a woman; too smart; too beautiful; too strong.
Too much of something that makes a man feel less like a man, and he will start making you feel like you have to be less of a woman. The biggest mistake you can make is removing jewels from your crown just to make it easier for him to carry or to handle.
But when this happens, I need you to understand you do not need a smaller crown- you need a man with bigger hands.
You are Unstoppable. Unfuckwithable.
You don’t need to compete or beg. You didn’t come this far because shit worked out; shit never works out. And if shit goes wrong again, deal with it; in a thousand different ways, on a thousand different ways, just deal with it.
Women like us could drown oceans, and we put a limit on our power.