If your here, you know I love to travel. You know I love to write. And You know I love to give. What I love more than anything though, without a doubt, with absolute boundless certainty, and a totally undeniable fact.. is myself.
My full of flaws, stubborn, impatient and perfectionist self. This year, I’m not writing a love letter to a guy, nor have I ever in all fairness. Or maybe I have.
Love Letter To Remarkable Women
To start off my own tradition, here’s to all the women I’ve met and never will, who live life like every day is the perfect day to fall in love with the uniqueness they bring to the world. 🥂
To the mothers who raise kind, good-natured daughters.
To the protective sisters who have each other’s backs through the bullshit and the headaches they go through.
To the aunts who are mothers when they need to be and sisters when they’re expected to be.
To the grandmothers who give timeless advice combined with perpetual wisdom, for free, every damn day.
To the best friends who give a toss about each others emotional health and protect each others hearts with laughter and tears.
To the strangers who share moments of relief and count on each others strength time and time again.
We have no frikkin’ time for ordinary.
I’ve seen girls who wake up with a smile and open their window first thing in the morning like they’re living in a movie then make coffee like they’re making art.
Women who get ready for work like every day is their first day and the ones who give it all they have regardless of their paycheck. I’ve seen the same women degraded, devalued and dismissed and yet tomorrow, they’ll come in like its their first day… ready.
There are women who sing along to all their favourite songs without caring too much about the glass that shaking uncontrollably, or the deafening screech that’s hurting our eardrums (Yes, totally indirecting here, you know who you are) . Girls who are unapologetic, unphased and unabashed.
The ones who take their time putting on their make-up because they’re secretly appreciating what makes them uniquely them.
I’ve learned from women who know that someone else’s beauty is not a lack of theirs and someone else’s success is not a setback of theirs. Women who are defiant, and don’t let the day run them, and who define what their own status quo should mean.
Women who have a strong sense of who they are and those who have unshakeable confidence in their capabilities.
I’ve seen girls who endure life’s toughest complications and battle through like there’s no other choice or way. The one’s told its all in their head, and the ones who literally pushes a whole head out of her body in excruciating pain.
The girls who make storms look like drizzles.
Ones who find the time to pick themselves up, and thank themselves for their hard work even when they can’t see their own results.
I’ve learned from the girls who know when to hold on and when to release. The ones who hurt, and crawl, but know that walking away takes as much courage and tenacity as staying does. The ones who nurture and caress the emptiness in others, but never find the once chance to get filled.
Most of all, from the women who pick themselves up in silence. over and over again. The ones who are mindful, that their actions are never quite out of spite.
To the ones whose actions are enveloped in love even when love hasn’t been on their side.
We have no time for ordinary.
This is to the women who like the smell of new books and old ones alike. To the girls who write tiny, thoughtful notes on WhatsApp and Snapchat to cheer up the people they care about.
The ones who, despite the complexities of their depth, are so easy to fall in love with.
To the women who have wits so tempting of competition. To the women who have hearts so kind that you know if you hurt them, you’re actually hurting yourself.
The woman you want to be friends with because they always feel like the sun on a cold day.
The women that cover their bruises emotionally and physically, and conceal the disguise with smiles, and to the others who torture themselves with anger. The ones who give up their cloaks so easily, and wear their heart on their sleeve too often, too quickly and too soon.
To the ones you feel grateful for falling in love with because you know you’ve given your heart to gold.
This is to the women who have no time for ordinary because they’re made for remarkable.
You lot are legends.
The power in me, salutes, the power in You.