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What is a women?

Often I feel like there is so much I want to say but have no words to articulate myself.

The last few days I spent in darkness, I felt my head hurt from thinking, from analysing, from understanding, from trying to articulate and curate my expression.

Last week we “celebrate” international woman’s day but what does that even mean??

I’m a woman.

I’m a woman that feels.

I’m a woman that knows.

I’m a woman worth listening to.

As women we know, on a visceral level what it means to be a woman, but we’ve been cohorted into believing we don’t, that we need to be told (by men, by each other).

We’ve been bombarded with images, words and thought not our own.

We’ve been penetrated without our consent, we’ve been manipulated to agree and comply, against ourselves, against each other.

I’m so angry that my “informal intellect” (feeling/intuition/etc.) and non-linear thinking is used against me (hello mind fuck).

That I still need to dance around, half-naked, to attract attention, to lure someone in by my visual content.

I know what it feels like to be a woman. I don’t need a day, a week or even a year, I need you to listen.

But not to what "makes sense" - I’m done making sense and demanding sense from others.

I'm calling women to listen - to themselves first.

You know what feels good, and you know what doesn’t.

When you find yourself in yourself, there are no words to articulate, just a feeling.

Feelings are the non-linear expression of your being.


*This text is written for women but it's speaking to the feminine expression (and nature) in all of us.


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