I saw a photo of a spectacular mural on Instagram the other day. It was a bright pink background with a blue hand firmly grasping a bouquets of daisies, and beside the hand lay the words;
Those words pierced into my heart, and really got me thinking...
Living life as a woman is an interesting thing. As a girl, there are still many things you misinterpret as your fault. Things you understand as your flaws and imperfections become parts of you you learn to apologize for and hide away, when in fact they are a very real part of your entire makeup.
At times you are silenced, ostracized and ignored. You never fully understand why, but always assume it must have been something you said or did wrong.
However, when you become a woman, that view slowly begins to change. As you take the first steps to becoming your most authentic sense of self you start to recognize your true identity and worth.
Little by little you begin to see the true motive behind the actions. The true meaning underneath the words.
And slowly, you begin to realize, that for the rest of your life there will always be someone who is trying to silence you, cast you aside, and bury you.
Women are remarkable creatures. We have a passion that can seize an army, We have a drive with infinite energy. We have a force and a strength as wild and unstoppable as a hurricane. And we have an ability to love that can engulf the seas.
We heal and we create life.
We are tender, yet we are warriors.
Gentle as doves, and wise as serpents.
And yet, for the rest of all time there will be those who wish to keep us trapped behind our weaknesses, and so-called inabilities.
The things that we love will always be "girl" things. The colors, the flavors, the scents and even locations, if it makes us come alive it somehow defines us, and in turn is a part of us, and a overwhelming representation, has often times has been translated into disgust.
Instead of understanding that your emotions are beautiful and powerful, they are communicated as "too much," "crazy", or "weak."
And our bodies.
Oh, our bodies.
Always a topic of discussion.
Our weight, our face, our age, our height, our skin color, hair color, eye color, figure, every single part of us is scrutinized, gawked at, and lusted after from before we even fully understand to the extent which we are being judged.
As if we are fruit that will spoil.
While this is not always the case, or experience, it happens so frequently you begin to become immune to it until you finally realize what's been going on all along.
As women we are given two choices as to how we respond to this baffling phenomenon of the scrutiny and mistreatment of the female gender.
We can succumb to it and allow it to bury us completely. Forever we remain victims walking around as empty shells distrusting everyone and feeling as though we will only ever be seen as incompetent and something to be exploited.
Or, we can choose to be seeds, and allow the stomping down, and the burying to be the very soil from which we set roots, and burst forth with vigor as bright and glorious trees and flowers.
We can be seeds who spread into fields of wildflowers, forests of redwood trees, or botanical gardens of wonder.
Or, we can be dry and sharp, like cacti in the desert.
Every time you are mansplained, gaslighted, or underestimated can be an opportunity to shape you into a smart and eloquent pilar of strength and dignity.
You have the choice to grow, to and stand in the sun and allow its rays to make you shine.
When you begin to allow these shameful and uncomfortable truths to be uncovered and exposed, you slowly break free.
You grow wings, which give you the elevation to be able to enter into a place of enlightenment and empowerment so you can recognize the entrapment of other women, and help them find their own wings.
You start to speak up and speak out without worrying about the backlash, but simply focusing on the goal.
You begin to realize you don't have to apologize like you always thought you should.
You band together with other women who have come into the same realization and work together to protect and uplift your sisters.
And you come to this place of peace where you know, that they may try to bury you, but they don't know you are seeds.
You will continue to rise.
You will continue to grow.
You will come out smiling at the sun.
So my dear sisters, be a small seed from which mighty trunks can grow.
Rise up out of ashes of pain and trauma and be warriors for truth and justice.
Treat one another with love and respect, regardless of how you are treated.
And always, always fight for the freedom of the silenced and exploited.
Teach them that they are seeds from which mighty trunks may grow.