In light of the Women's Marches occurring this week, I am taking time to reflect on my experiences within a patriarchal society and upbringing, as a young woman.
Being born into this world with a magical vagina, automatically meant that I would be expected to work harder to prove that i am capable, independent and powerful...Fact! Lucky for me, I inherited a strong sense of self, which has enabled my passionate voice to come through as needed...She does not stay silent for long! However, a woman's voice is often mistaken as hysteria and taken with a pinch of salt. As such, the journey can be challenging.
Over the years, I also seem to have collected a number of labels (having labels seems to appease the masses, making you easier to 'deal' with) that seem to enforce this archaic framework further. Allow me to elaborate, in no particular order...
I am a woman...single, mother, intelligent, bisexual, feminist, intuitive, clairvoyant (witch!), business owner, white privileged, independent, hippie.
On any given day, I am 'labelled' with any combination of the above, and more. Quite often in an attempt to undermine, hush my lapping tongue, squash me back in my box and remind me of my responsibilities (please!) to encourage a more 'ladylike' demeanor...Fuck that!
I felt the weight of the struggling woman yesterday. The one who is exhausted, trying to make ends meet, and doesn't know where how to sustain it all...Shame set in, and then panic washed over me as I reviewed the weekly food budget, paid off the bills, searched for a babysitter in order to work this week to cover shortfall, looked around at the ever growing piles of washing and hearing the constant beep on my phone from client orders that I need to create.
I am all too aware of my responsibilities, thank you!
Why does it all come down to money, and how are women, mothers, expected to do IT ALL for fuck all?
And Goddess forbid when she speaks out about her struggle. She is told that she has made her choices, that life is not easy and she is 'lucky' to receive any help at all..?
So...my world crumbled for an hour or two, and the tears had permission to flow.
Lifetimes of pain, anger and injustice fizzed and tore through the core of my being.
Strong currents began pulling me back towards the shore, my Tribe heard my struggle and they pulled me in.
The same stories that were once written across their own faces, the same tears that once poured over their cheeks, is now my story for a while.
Offering their generous gifts of wisdom, food, cuddles and comfort, they paddled those waters and remembered with me.
They showed me how to rise, stronger, wiser and burning with the determination to keep on being Woman!
To be heard and to be seen, to be the change, to heal our grandmothers and mothers, and to pave a new way for our daughters.
With love, Woman x