I am a woman and I love being me.

I am a woman and I love being me.

I love that I need a bra to go to gym. And that sometimes when I want to be unnecessarily rude I can blame my period.

I love that a simple thing like a new pair of shoes can my lift my mood when I’m feeling down.

I love the satisfaction that comes from preparing and serving a meal to my family and seeing them relish and savour each and every bite of whatever I’ve made.

I hate to admit it but I absolutely adore the feeling of accomplishment after seeing how the kitchen gleams after I’ve gone in there with some Handy Andy and a mop but I absolutely hate how quickly it goes back to square one in a matter of minutes.

I love my soft skin and how it appeals to the opposite sex…and how I fill out a pair of indigo skinny jeans and how that turns their heads.

I love that I have a sensitive side and that certain scenes from a movie can make cry.

I love how I can be strong as rock and keep it all together under the guise of being a woman.

I love that we women talk a lot because I can pour my heart out to my girls and they’ll understand that each and every adjective was added for a specific purpose and not to be long-winded.

I love that can do many of the things men can do and some that they can’t too.

I love the fact that I am part of the sex that can be “with child” and while it’s very painful (and shoo it’s painful) we as women can bring children into this world.

I love the fact that I have brought a little girl into this world.

I love that as a woman I can nurture and love those who I care about.

I love that I get to wear lipstick, mascara, earrings and a little black dress.

I am a woman and I love being me.