who is the most important woman in your life?
i thought long and hard. it was a challenge to sort through all the women in my life and decide which one had the most influence over me. and then it was obvious.
my mum, i said, because she has taught me everything i know about being a woman.
this response got me a cocked eyebrow and a somewhat cynical "hm"
i have never stopped fretting about that response.
it was the truth. the absolute truth.
maybe, i think, it is because i used the word woman so loosely.
what does it really mean to be a woman?
hell if i know.
but i do have a good sense of what it means to be a woman in my bloodline.
we are notoriously strong.
capable. and fiercely independant.
yet we walk a fine line of insecurity. constant wondering. constant worrying.
and this is where i found myself.
walking this fine line of capability and strong-willed to speak my mind
but scared shitless of what it would reveal about me.
too much?
i took a breath.
and i said it.
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