Women rock.
(This is Slap this morning, just now, thinking about all the women I love)
Am I a feminist? Am I really someone that could be labeled as such? I’m not sure – I guess I am in part – but I don’t like labels. However, I must say that I do love being a woman.
I love it, I love it, I love it.
(I love that I’m not a man).
There are women out there who don’t fully grasp the power and the beauty that lies in being us.
This is a reminder for you girls,
We hold this life in our bodies, in our minds and in our hands.
We have the amazing privilege (if we choose) to carry and bring life into this world.
Our bodies have amazing powers, women have curves, breasts and soft skin that entice, command, and fascinate.
We are caring, nurturing, and we love passionately. Women raise families while, running companies.
Women dare to dream like no man can – unapologetically we go after what we want and what we need — and we can do so in very high heels.
I love that we can change our hair whenever we want.
I love that we can sit with our legs crossed for hours and feel comfortable.
