During my childhood, it became clear to me that I perceived things differently than other kids my age. I became sad very quickly and took the suffering of other people very much to heart. When we watched a sad movie, I burst into tears and was heartbroken. This earned me the reputation of being very “touchy” and or overly sensitive. I took criticism and devaluations very seriously and felt very vulnerable.
I have encountered loyalty in the eyes of other women all around the globe. In dark-colored eyes that are so different from mine. In freckled old faces, and in young wise eyes. Regardless of color, race, and upbringing, there is an understanding that we have for each other. We are the weaker gender, made to be weak not by nature but by man’s law.
An older couple is sitting on their favorite bench under the oak trees. “Do you remember how it all started back then?” the woman asks dreamily. Smiling, the old man nods and gives her a kiss.
Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Secretary Day, Valentine’s Day for lovers, Husband appreciation day, Wife Appreciation Day. Why do we have these special days? Is it because we have forgotten to show appreciation on a daily base. We sure still say PLEASE and THANK YOU, so why do we feel it is not enough?
“On May 26th, 2003,
Aaron Ralston was hiking,
a boulder fell on his right hand,
he waited four days,
he then amputated
his own arm with a pocketknife.
Men so heartless ruled the earth for many years
And still today heartless and soulless men claim their hands are free of blood when it’s on every inch of their body, and still they control us
“You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.”
Danielle LaPorte