I Am Woman. We Are Women.

The other day, I was at the shopping centre, sitting down with Ainara having a coffee. I was completely engrossed in her and her toys.

An older lady, who must have been waiting for her take-away, asked how long I had been a baby sitter. Instantly I noticed the way, her eyes darted from my piercings, to my tattoos, to my knee high socks, to my Doc Martens; to my all round attire. 
I told her, "I'm a parent, not a baby sitter."
World timing took place, her name was called and she walked away; with a look of astonishment on her face.
Believe it or not, I get reactions like this all of the time. Since, the moment my pregnant belly loomed, the opinions started.
I was asked questions, given judgement, told off. My age was asked, my relationship status, what I did for a living... On and on. 
My private life was interviewed by strangers. 
In light of International Women's Day;
I'm here to tell you. 
You are not defined a Woman by how you dress or how you wear your hair. With what job you have. Or how you bring your child into this world or your parenting style. With what battles you win or lose. You don't become a Woman, by becoming a parent or your own boss.
You are not a Woman. Because of how someone loves you, hates you or admires you. 
You are a god damn Woman! Because, you woke up one day and decided you were!
"Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."
Do NOT let those who choose darkness, or who can't work out how to turn on their f**king torch, dim your own light.
YOU are a wonderful f**king Woman!
~R

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