The Modern Woman (Part 3)

And here we are, the last part of one of my favourite series. For someone, who for the most part of her life, wished she was born as a boy, today, I am proud to be a woman.

It is sad though; sad that a lot of girls I met as a kid, even as a teenager, wished they were a boy too. And I am glad that sooner or later we accept. Accept that we are women, women who can be a boy (whatever that means!), and be so much more.

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The Modern Woman (Part 2)

Ever since my childhood I could never keep friends. I didn’t understand girls most of all. Fighting for petty reasons was beyond me and so I could never keep ¬†up.
My colleague recently wrote a story showing how friendships among girls are harder to keep than those between boys. But why is that? This is not how it should be right?

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The Modern Woman (Part 01)

So much has happened. And so much is happening. No matter how much we move forward, there is always something to pull us right back, to pull us down.
We may feel short, small, tiny, minute but trust me, we matter. I matter. You matter.

I remember my father always told me how he would love it, if I become a doctor or teacher. Why? They’re very respectable jobs he would tell me. This is what women ARE seen as, nurturers! I say ‘are’ because with all that’s currently happening, aren’t we still fighting to get out this shell?

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