I am made. I am stressed. I am strong. I am me.

I am made. I am made of XX’s; pure, strong, and homogeneous. I deal with make-up, menstrual cycles, males, motherhood, mood swings, migraines, and eventually menopause. Most of the afore mentioned are privileges – afforded only to the female. This woman’s role is exhausting; so much is expected from me and actually females in general… aside from what I already expect from myself. Somehow I handle the load rather well; more than likely as a result of my coping mechanisms such as a glass of wine, a good book or long run.

I am stressed. In addition to the essential life principles, I also stress about the shallow things; my weight (why did I bitch about my thighs when I was 21?), my grey hair, and that wrinkle in the middle of my forehead. I refuse to take the time to stop and appreciate the reasons (7 M’s above) that are biologically and physiologically to blame. The sun rises; the sun sets; my boobs will sag a little more…especially since I have skipped the gym yet another day. I guess I better find my key fob to the gym and stop my search for eternal youth. In reality I will age; but as I age I become more of myself.

I am strong. When the road ahead is scattered with obstacles I take that road knowing each obstacle is there for a reason - making it the right road for me. Strong women acknowledge their mistakes; take the lesson and move forward – even when I have had to move slowly at first – at least I am making progress. I face fear with my head held high, knowing I will make every effort until I succeed.

I am made. I am stressed. I am strong. I am me.

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