What I Wish Someone Would’ve Told Me About Being a Woman

Growing up I wanted nothing more than to be a woman like my mother and older sister. I wanted curves! And breasts and to be able to understand what getting your period was like. For so long I just wanted to wear makeup and play with my hair all of the time.

I wish back then, when I was a young girl looking toward the future, someone would’ve taken the time to tell me that there was more to being a woman than being a pretty figure.

I wish someone would’ve told me that the weight of the world lives on our hearts. And that our strength has no limits but does need breaks.

That woman need rest.

I wish someone would’ve told me that our silence is quicker associated with compliance than protest.

I wish someone would’ve told me that being a woman meant never being looked at as anything but a mother, wife, or provider.

Or that we spend most of our lives being the teacher when we don’t even have someone to teach us.

I wish someone would’ve told me that periods suck. They are fully ridiculous.

I wish someone would’ve told me that when you’re a woman your curves are always being nipped and picked at. That every time we stand in the mirror and reassure ourselves of our beauty there’s another meme out in the world to tear us down.

I wish someone would’ve told me that I’d have to learn how to support other woman. How to not fear, judge, or envy them the way the world already does. It would’ve been nice for someone to tell me that I had so many beautiful sisters all around the world.

I wish someone would’ve told me that my tears would toughen my skin and even when my voice is hoarse from screaming at the world my eyes would blaze with determination.

I wish someone would’ve told me that the greatest part of my life would be being a strong, beautiful, ethereal woman like my sisters and mothers.