It’s a funny concept, isn’t it? Usually, we’re looking at all of the negatives that come along with being a woman but this week, in honour of International Women’s Day on March 8, I really wanted to chat about the positive side of the equation.
Because there are positives. Lots of them.
We’re given the courtesy of being allowed to be emotional and we are born with the necessary organs to grow a child within our bodies… not to mention the sense of community that being a woman provides. Oh, that weird dude across the bar is looking at you? Here, let me pretend to be your sister and sit with you for a while! There’s nothing quite like the support we women give each other, whether that’s in times of need or just in our every day interactions.
So… what do I love about being a woman?
I love that, as a woman, I’m permitted the extra time to get ready. That’s often the narrative, right? That women take forever to get ready? I’m glad it is, too! You best believe I’ll be taking advantage of every second, whether that’s by brushing my eyebrows up and out for ten minutes while watching a Trisha Paytas mukbang or by taking an extra five minutes under the shower with a hair treatment in.
I love my insanely high tolerance for pain. Sure, it gets me into trouble sometimes because I don’t register whether an injury is bad enough to go to the hospital, BUT I am able to drive a car through a migraine [most of them, anyway], work while I have the flu and not pass out when my ovaries feel like they’re being stabbed. Don’t get it twisted — women are badasses. That’s why we were given the job of pushing tiny humans out of our vaginas. Can you imagine the fuss a man would make if approached with the same task?
I love being a woman because it means I have endless choices in handbags. Imagine being a typical guy and having to carry everything in your pockets or a fugly backpack? You can bet that I’m carrying everything and the kitchen sink in my chic af oversized tote.
I love that, as a woman, my body is ever-changing. Think about it: a woman’s hormones are never stagnant like they are for men. It takes medication or severe life changes for men’s hormonal makeup and biology to change, but all it takes for us is whether it’s the first or fifteenth of the month, or if there’s a baby inside our body, or if we’re around our friends enough for our cycles to sync.
Our hips widen during pregnancy and our organs move around to make room for a baby, and our monthly cycle completely alters to mimic the females we spend most of our time with.
Being a woman truly is so incredible.