Some half dead flowers will not get you a husband. Until those roses, peonies and hydrangeas come with a 6-foot tall, milk chocolate, romantic, caring, financially, emotionally and spiritually stable man who loves travelling, watching Netflix, could read well, fix my phone when it breaks, love me on my crazy days, eat pickled sausage with me, let me eat off his plate ( hey babe!) and watch reality TV with me, then I’ll believe the hype! Until then…nah fam!
As a woman, myself, I sometimes feel like I have to walk on egg shells when it comes to doing the things that make me happy and make me feel fulfilled. For fear of being called crazy, seeming weird or sticking out like a sore thumb, many women are afraid to let their light shine and be their authentic, awesome selves.
“Bitch” is like…the new ice breaker!
Or so it seems.
No doubt it’s a word with a double edged sword;
I think there comes a time in a woman’s life where she reaches a particular age, or point in life where she feels free,
We all know that woman; the work hard, make her own money, doesn’t need a man to make it independent girl.