Our legs will never be long enough. Mummy will always be too busy. We will never be pretty enough. But no one should ever tell us, “You are not woman enough.”
But humans being humans, it is never enough. No one would remember the things you have done; everyone just wants to be better than the other – even better than the other half. Who is more romantic, who is a better lover, who has done what more… A competition within ourselves.
It doesn’t matter how you package yourself for the man you love, or the sacrifices you have done as a woman, wife and a mother, because there will always be that one day when your children tell you they hate you and your husband will tell you that you have changed… physically – whether they mean it or not.
Women, I pay tribute to thee. Women who have performed miracles to the world, built hopes for their children and being the selfless backbones for their husbands, and above all, to all those who have given their all to the family, society and professional industry.
We can always package ourselves to be the perfect one, fulfilling the roles to be everything to everyone.
But at the end of it, if the person who matters most to you cannot see the person whom you ought to be, who you really are, who you live to be, then you have failed…
Then, I have failed.
Or have we?
Somewhere out there, there will always be someone telling you that you did not try hard enough and that you are a little too pudgy. Our legs will never be long enough. Mummy will always be too busy. We will never be pretty enough.
But no one should ever tell us, “You are not woman enough.”