Live Metanoia

To the women whose shoulders grew broader than their hips from holding expectations that they were never supposed to meet to begin with, I see you.

To the women who wanted to be the dragon instead of the princess or the knight, who never wanted a sword or a crown, and didn’t want glory, or to be saved, but wanted to rage and be left alone in peace, I see you.

To the women who don’t want to be the boss bitch or the highly feminine, and who just want to be human and live instead of just surviving- trying not to choke on the titles the world keeps trusting upon you, I see you.

I see you.

From one woman to another, you can be who ever and whatever you want to be, but to do this you must have thick skin. You must keep your scales conditioned and tough. Because the world will push you. The world will trip and shove you. The world will try to place you into its tiny box of expectation.

Boss, worker, wife, mother, teacher, maid, beauty, queen, performer. They will try to tell you who you are supposed to be.

But only you know you.

To the women whose souls sit in embers, waiting for a spark to ignite them into an inferno, I see you.

And I can’t wait to see you incinerate everything.

-Kaycee