I was never meant to be what I am and I am never expected to become what I can. Only because I am some one's daughter, some ones wife and some ones mother. I thought these
Sunday, February 22, 2015
I always asked my self, that why I am so weak, why I am so vulnerable, why I am so restricted, why I am so women!!
I give birth, I go through unbelievable pain, I take the jerks,I loose my blood but still I am the weaker one. It amazes me!
I use to feel uncomfortable in my own skin,making friends with strangers as I knew that is not the way a women behaves. She hides, she never speaks up , she endures, she never exudes. But some how as much I tried to push my self towards my idealistic self , the more I felt rebellious towards it.
I give birth, I go through unbelievable pain, I take the jerks,I loose my blood but still I am the weaker one. It amazes me!
I use to feel uncomfortable in my own skin,making friends with strangers as I knew that is not the way a women behaves. She hides, she never speaks up , she endures, she never exudes. But some how as much I tried to push my self towards my idealistic self , the more I felt rebellious towards it.
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