Do not fall in love with a woman’s smile, and then get mad when people smile at her. Do not fall in love with a woman’s laugh, and then get mad when someone else makes her giggle. Do not fall in love with a woman’s humor, and then get mad when she tells a really, really good joke. Do not fall in love with a woman’s wittiness, and then get mad when she outwits you. Do not fall in love with a woman’s beauty, and then get mad when someone else admires it. Do not fall in love wit
I don’t know much, but I do know about a woman’s love.
Obsessive, even. But what I know even better (unfortunately), is a woman’s hurt. It’s knowing that something is off, but not being able to pinpoint it. Feeling him slowly pull away and knowing it’s just a matter of days, but him saying nothing is wrong. Questioning anything. Noticing everything. Then, fighting with your instinct
We are often told not to do certain things. Yet, despite knowing the consequences – we do them anyway. One of these things is comparing yourself to others. Sometimes I do this without even trying and let’s be real here, we’ve all compared ourselves to others at one point or another. I am grateful to know many amazing women who are all successful in their own rite. So much, that it’s hard not to compare ones achievements, economic status, milestones, passport stamps, and if yo
We are teachers. Scientists. Models. Mothers. Sisters. Best friends. Girlfriends. Wives. Grandmothers. Engineers. Fashion Designers. Makeup artists. Politicians. Entertainers. Dancers. Dreamers. Healers. Believers. Magicians. Coaches. Athletes. Gold Medalists. Chefs. CEO’s. Janitors. Managers. Philanthropists. Stay at home moms. We are anything we really, really, really, want to be. We are Michelle Obama. Susan Wojcicki. Frida Kahlo. Olivia Pope. Emma Gonzalez. Victoria Manal
I was on a date the other week (second and last with “Mr. Wonderful” mentioned here), and somewhere during the conversation and tapas I mentioned how much I love pretty girls. “Especially when they have awesome personalities too. Ugh, I love them!” I exclaimed. He admired that about me. He thought it took a very secure, confident woman to appreciate other women and have girlfriends. I sure fooled him. Hah! I proceeded to tell him how it wasn’t always like that. How my best fr