"We who bleed, yet do not die" the war-cry of our sex. Sisters we are surrounded by the skewed portrayal of what our gender, our sex should be. We are being torn from every side; by those that view women as pretty objects, those who wish to have no differences from the men, and those women who simply do not even care about the amazing creatures they are! We are told to be self-confident, to be more than a 'pretty face' but how can we, when we're told different is ugly, age is unwanted and to look good we need to fit the mold? Where is our confidence? All humans should be considered equal - but I do not want to be considered the same as a Man. I am a Woman, different and proud in my own right. I want to be treated not like another man, but as a woman - different but equal. Then there is the saddest of all, those women who think they are 'nothing special', 'just a girl' and of little value. If you're not a fashion model, you're plain. If you're not an ultra-feminist, you're weak - so why should we be surprised when so many women fall between the cracks and just don't give a shit..... Some of my most 'liberating' moments came from being a woman and doing what women do. I've been told that being a mother would cripple who I was, as a woman. That I'd be tied down and never 'free'. I have never felt more proud to be a women than after growing a child and giving birth (by c-section) after labouring for 28 hours. I was amazed what my body, my small, female body could endure and do. I was so proud of my scar - my badge; I was proud of my child that I made her! That was one of the most liberating experiences of my life. What liberated you? What made you feel proud to be a woman? What made you realize how awesome you are? I'd love to hear your stories. Peace, ~ FlowerMama
You should read The First Sex by Elizabeth Gould Davis; it's an amazing book, "that proves that woman's contribution to civilization has been grater than man's".
Giving birth. The most empowering experience of my life. To feel and see the little human grow and progress inside of you, for 9 months. Watching my body change and prepare for labour, how my organs knew to enlarge or reposition themselves, how my back knew to arch in order to cater for the extra weight. How my pelvis knew to change in order to widen the birth canal. Then the moment when it nears, and labour begins, and my entire body goes into instinctual mode, it knows what its doing without instruction. Being able to labour for 36 hours with no pain relief, knowing my life was about to change. I won't go into too much detail but feeling her body leave mine was a great sense of physical relief followed by an emotional whirlwind that only a new mother can ever feel, or describe. Seeing those tiny hands and feet and features laid upon my chest, knowing that had developed from a miniscule organism into a living, breathing child was amazing. The first eye contact... It leaves you speechless. Just such a fulfilling experience. I love my body,my stretch marks and new curves, the 'mummy pouch' on my stomach, the tired eyes and stress lines - love it all!!
My most empowering moment was when I walked down the aisle with my partner of five years. Going into the wedding, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. Nothing would change about our relationship, and nothing has honestly aside from the rings on our left hands. But I'm coming to realize that there's this intangible thing about being married to my soul mate that just makes me feel... for lack of any other term I can think of, really damn good. It's not even that we're both women and that because of that, our marriage wouldn't have been recognized in our state a few years ago. It's just this feeling that I can't describe. Accomplishment, maybe? I don't know or care. It just feels good and it feels right.
i love and revel in being female, being a creator, maiden, mother crone, and being connected to the moon. i feel like a goddess.
Giving birth and bringing up a beautiful daughter by myself. Coming out to myself. Being open about my lesbian relationship when going for my present School Principal position. Which I got because I was the best applicant. (Didn't tell them I was actually a little bit bi!!)
To all men,,, Dont mess with someone who can bleed for a week and live to tell about it, we are stronger then you think :boxing_smiley: I didnt not have kids, didnt want any. I feel sexy when I have a man who cares about me and I am happy. I had a store for 4 years a while back before my second marriage and I married myself to it, it was good doing it all by myself but now I need companionship and love.
Belly dancing. I really had embraced myself more as and artist than as a woman until my teacher started the lesson. She told us "Now grab hold of your breasts. Nor really, do it. And reapeat after me: Theses are MY breasts and I love them. They are perfect and beautiful exactly as they are. They are mine and I am proud to have them." Until then, I didn't realize how much I let being on the small side cause me to feel less than what I was. After that, the padded bras got scraped and I came to realize I didn't need to do anything to make them look bigger because they really were perfect for me. I still dress sexy, I just don't need stuffing to FEEL sexy.
I stood up for myself when a man tried to attack me and steal my purse a few years ago. I didn't suspect I had all this strenght and courage inside me (and some fierceness too, WAAAAAAAAAAAH warrior mode on lol). Suddently I felt almighty, like nothing could stand in my way, especially not somebody who wants to harm me. It felt good and I still carry this feeling of empowerment inside me even after all that time.
I'm not proud to be a woman. If I could choose, I'd be a man. As a human being, I'm proud of my many achievements and of the fact I'm free. I make all decisions about my own life and that I think is very important. Well, some things one can't decide, but I'm talking about at least using all the freedom available to a person in the country where I live.
That's awesome that you had the chance to experience being proud to be a woman. I'm still waiting on my proud moment. Maybe someday, hopefully.