Being a Wo_man…

Hello, my name is Jane. This journal is an expression of my perspective of what it is to be a woman rather than one that attempts to define what being a woman is. Being a woman has taught me that no matter what decisions you make, they will always come back to haunt you because if they don’t align with their beliefs, you must be wrong. Yes, most of the decisions I’ve made have been impacted by my emotions, and occasionally I can agree that those decisions were poor ones, but at the time, I made them because it was what I wanted to do.

For me, being a woman means you bleed every month, and for some, mood swings, period pains, and other things are a few to sway our emotions, but living in a world where that is just part of being a woman means you must deal with it (as though we had asked for it). I learned that no matter how compassionate and understanding you are, you will never be enough because, after all, you are only a woman.

I’ve been in nearly five different relationships in my 35 years of life. I’ve been with cheating men, dishonest men, faithful men, men who don’t communicate, men who are impolite, non-smokers, atheists, and many others. They all have one thing in common: they are all males. They don’t know how to comprehend what it’s like to be a woman as a man, and hey, as a female like all my other women. We may never fully grasp them, but unlike them, we aspire to do so. We tend to suppress our feelings to satisfy them. We try to be better individuals for them. At times many females have struggled in their attempt to please a male. Once again, whatever path you pursue if they don’t agree with you, you’re wrong.

Being a woman means that no matter how often you apologize for wounding their pride, it will never be adequate because doing so merely amounts to acknowledging that you were at fault. It doesn’t matter how you feel or why you did what you did; you apologized, which implies you recognized you were wrong. But it’s not that simple because being a woman is more multifaceted than right and wrong, and your decisions are often influenced by how someone treats you. For example, you may cheat because they have cheated. It’s not to suggest it’s right, but if they hadn’t deceived you, you wouldn’t have felt that that was the only way to express how deeply upset you were. If they betray you and you choose to leave, you will be viewed as a fool because all men cheat. How about you find a man that doesn’t cheat? They make you feel like it is a luxury since they are the treasure, and you should feel fortunate given how you have been treated like garbage. If they treat you disrespectfully, talk down to you, or make you feel unworthy, because their pride is bruised, you provoked them.

In the society in which we live, men get away with their misdeeds, while women are expected to submit to them. However, the situation is more complex than that, since women have worked for decades to at least receive the same opportunity as men. For example, having careers, however, they overlooked being understood and listened to. The males decided to give them what they wanted while still disrespecting and emotionally manipulating them behind the scenes. As time passed, new generations of women decided enough was enough. Whether it’s to not silence abuse that is sexual, emotional, physical, or mental. Some individuals are unwilling to give up this, and while some men have improved as men, the great majority of our women are still in agony.

Although some women have encountered spiritual awakening, many of us have lost sight of who we are as women and are still wrestling with what it means to be a woman. I can’t cover everything in one piece, but I now see that, in the eyes of both society and religious text, being a woman just means standing beside your partner. Perhaps the word man represents this in a woman; we lack identity because we were created to accommodate them. And this is where the conflict lies, as few of us are not at ease with it. I certainly am not. Therefore, even if I offend you, I have reasonable grounds for doing so, and if you choose not to listen to me, brace yourself for a quarrel.

Even while I may not understand what it means to be a woman, I am aware that no matter what decisions you make, it will always hurt their pride. So, in the words of a tired woman, “screw it.” Be the woman who brings you joy. Be yourself, whether you’re a good or bad girl. You do you, whether you want babies or not. Whether you make millions or just want to be taken care of, honey, don’t be ashamed of any of it. Whether you’re a religious girl or not, we’ve all been condemned as women. Simply because we have a bleeding vulva, it will never be enough. Hell, some even treat their mothers disrespectfully. As a result, I must urge you to stand up for yourself because no one else will. Be honest with yourself, and if that choice makes the most sense for your instincts, mama, persist with it. Remember that the decisions you make have consequences, and even if the consequences are unfavourable, learn from your mistakes.

Even though we have repeatedly neglected our needs to appease them, it doesn’t matter anymore because the moment they have the chance to mistreat you unjustly, they will. Therefore, respect, love, and take good care of yourself. Instead of imitating the oppressor, avoid using aggression during confrontations. Decide not to be a victim either, since doing so leads you to think that other people are supposed to rescue you while only you can rescue yourself. Stop hating on other women because they are experiencing the same things as you are. Let’s improve for our own sakes and for our mental health.

To all the different kinds of women, whether you identify as non-binary, straight, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, or any other way, from one worn-out woman to the next. Finding out why you are the way you are is not your burden. Your role is to accept every aspect of yourself, including the perplexing and unattractive ones. Accept every characteristic of yourself, and even if you don’t understand yourself, people who genuinely love you will. They’ll figure out how to pay attention to you. Because being a woman, for me, is a blessing in disguise. I’m Jane, and I’m here to tell you to be a woman.


Thank you for taking the time to read “Being a Wo_man.” This piece was inspired by my journey as well as my friends’ experiences of what it’s like to be a woman in modern-society. I named the character Jane because she embodies all the women that relate to her perspective. If you enjoy my writing, please subscribe, like, and comment on the articles. For any updates, follow on all social channels. That being said, see you next time 🙂

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Cool Kids ;)

What’s this?

It’s 2 p.m., and I’ve just finished posting my first story! This is insane, I’m now a blogger. As you can see, I’m enthusiastic, which explains why I couldn’t sleep on Friday evening. Anyway, it was not a total disaster because I was able to write and get some beauty sleep on Saturday afternoon.

I hope you’re having a lovely Sunday so far, and before I get started, make sure you have a cup of tea. That is, if you are a tea fanatic like me. If not, I’m good with whatever soothes your spirit as long as you’re happy.

Have you ever considered who you are as a person? Do you ever sit back and consider why you do the things you do? Well, I’ve recently learned the value of self-reflection. To be honest, taking time for myself assisted me in falling in love with the woman I am now. It may have taken me a good twenty-four years to be completely happy, but if I had the chance to rewrite my tale. There isn’t a single thing I would change. Because I learnt that every decision we make leads to a new experience, and all those bad decisions I made as a youngster led me to having days of joy.

I believe I’ve always been a cool kid. Everyone I’ve met seems to appreciate my vibe, and I know a lot of people, but that’s because I moved around with my mother, and I enjoy meeting new people. I suppose you could say I’m well-known. It’s safe to say that almost everyone has met the cheerful, noisy, humorous, risk-taker, party-loving gal. I’m not going to lie, groove is enjoyable. I love how every time I go out, I get to dress up and look pretty for the night and pretend to be the dancing queen.

But here’s the thing: people don’t know me at all. Yes, they have some knowledge of me. You see, much like a color, I come in a variety of tints. My heart can become stone cold black on occasion, but only if someone has done me wrong. If I notice you disturbing my serenity, I will immediately cut you off. On occasion, however, I am as luminous as the sun setting on a Sunday afternoon. Those are the days I enjoy being alive, and if I’m lucky, those are the days I’ll have met someone with whom I can share that part of me. I’m not kidding when I say my love is as deep as a river.

Even still, the fact that I didn’t love myself all these times still hurts. I couldn’t accept myself. I felt as though my nature was too gentle, and I wished I could be more selfish, oblivious to the fact that the world needed more humans like me. It took a lot of tears and wounds for me to see my own worth. Believe it or not, I was a nervous wreck. Don’t get me wrong: I’m still terrified and anxious, but remember that self-reflection I stated earlier? Accepting oneself is a necessity.

Thus, it is certain I can be insecure at times, and I have a problem with abandonment. Indeed, I am constantly overly attached and put my heart on my sleeve in every situation. So, when I am depressed for no apparent reason or don’t want to be alive on that day. I lie down and pay attention to my own heartbeat. I allow myself to cry and I allow myself to feel if I want to be unavailable that day. Let me start by saying that I love sleep, therefore when I’m sluggish, I sleep.

Undoubtedly, there are times when I have no idea what to say to God. I mean, I’ll want to talk to him, but I’ll be frustrated because I won’t be able to physically hear him or feel his touch. However, I take it as it comes. Knowing who God is and having a connection with him are two completely different things, and ever since I’ve been aware of this. I’ve discovered that I’m in love with God, and it’s because of that love that I’ve learned acceptance. I found accountability because of that love. I met kindness as a result of that love. Because of that love, I can love myself.

You may have a problem with cool kids, but keep in mind that we are all human beings trying to figure out what life is all about. Nobody knows what happens when we die, but we can all agree that finding the strength to get up and work every day is difficult. Because, while we all have ideas about how we want our lives to be, in the end, this life we are living is a borrowed one, and we will meet our creator someday. In the meantime, now that I’ve identified myself. I promise to try my hardest every day when I get up. I believe I will be able to handle, as long as God is with me.

With that said, it is critical to be kind to one another; rather than competing, let’s talk to one another. Let me hear why you woke up on the wrong side of bed today. Tell me why you’re having trouble mending from your heartbreak. Sometimes all one needs is someone to listen to them, which isn’t difficult.  So, if there’s one thing you should take away from this, it’s that everything will work out in the end. Allow yourself to consider the possibilities.

Thank You.