The strongest being that withstands much more than any man could ever comprehend.
On a daily basis.
And my struggles are not imagined but rather imposed by a society that attempts to fit, in the newsstands, a variety of body shapes into one prototype:
a 26-inch size waist, voluptuous breasts and bums, with hair iridescently shiny.
And what about the rest of us?
When we are constantly pressured to believe these standards are the wanted ones and our bodies are the wrong puzzle pieces.
How do we love ourselves then?
Many of us have managed to slowly remove the gangrenous roots out of our pretty little heads,
to begin accepting what a unique genetic composition we are.
To go against all beauty lessons we were taught.
And it isn’t easy, there are fallbacks
There are moments where a slight frigid comment regresses our progress to our brainwashed state of mind.
But for the sake of time, let’s say we’ve moved on.
I never admired Wonder Woman
Not because she is a female but because of what she represents
The ideal that one woman stands as a champion above them all
Wonder Woman may have strength comparable to Greek myths but she pales in comparison to what I see everyday
I’ve heard the songs dedicated to women that fail to emphasize what I see
That woman are more than pretty eyes and thick thighs
More than full lips and slender hips
More than protruding chests and ample breasts
When I look at a woman I see the very embodiment of greatness
I see a person that constantly has to endure sexualization thrust upon her by an ignorant society
I see a person that does thrice the work for a quarter of the recognition and yet continues to press on
I see a never-faltering pillar still standing, not in spite of the opposition thrown against her, but because of it
Yes Ladies, you do run the world