Love this. ❤️ Here’s to the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts We don’t feel apprehensive without makeup We let our skin breath In fact, we would rather be naked We know our scars and stretch marks define us And if you throw us a cat call from your car window Our first instinct is to give you the middle finger We don’t bleach our hair Or use machines to tan our skin We rely on the sun to work its magic on our bodies We have hobbies We believe everything we do is an art form We sing, paint, read and write We let our fingers callus from our instruments, and then we admire the texture We embrace our inner ruggedness, and make it appear feminine We don’t hide indoors from the earthly elements We embrace them Letting fire warm our bodies down to our souls We let the wind dry our hair after soaking in the rain We jump in puddles We split kindling with our teeth We sit by campfires until the smoke burns our eyes And we enjoy the smell of our smoke stained clothes We enjoy smoke. Some of us find it symbolic We lay under the stars not just to admire the beauty of them But also to recognize that we are made of them. We drink whiskey from wine glasses and wine from the bottle We tell dirty jokes But we are not prejudiced Our hearts are not made of gold But of steel and soil because we are strong and grounded We wear our hearts on our sleeves We use metaphors to describe our feelings And we are damn proud that we feel with such enthusiasm We are intuitive, borderline psychics Our libidos and emotions are connected And when we fall in love, the earth shakes We don’t allow others to protect us But when we do, it’s an extraordinary bond A union with its own definition If we find one toxic, we cut them out without question We are empowered by women alike.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 17:47:43 +0000
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