Fabrics of Femininity

Have you ever considered maybe it isn’t that you’re not “enough” or “too much” but rather, mysteriously dynamic?

They have no idea what to do with a woman like you.

The light of your presence casts their shadows behind them, just to come back and haunt through the glaring reflection in your eyes. 

There is no hiding their demons from you and they know it.

Have you considered that the depth and wisdom of your soul might actually be drowning their naive simplicity?

Terrified, they tap into their childish charms to desperately refocus your attention, but it doesn’t hold a thread of strength against the fabrics of your femininity.

Have you considered maybe just your comfort in being yourself, without the need of their permission, overpowers so beautifully it sets an unspoken standard they know they can’t rise to meet?

That’s right.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t that you weren’t enough, but quite the opposite...

You became everything they aspired to be, but couldn’t face the work to become.

If you think they either loved you or hated you. You’re right. It was probably both.

Loved you in a way they didn’t even understand. Or maybe even know. They’ve never met anyone who could break and mend themselves so many times like you did, and still laugh like it never happened. Threatened, they wondered how you were even living through the same human experience as them.

The hate was easier to understand though. And it wasn’t you they hated...it was themselves.

Feeling immense pain in your poise, they hated  it so much they had to distance themselves from you to regain their grasp...

They always said you were the kind of woman you go to war beside, not against. But they never said you wouldn’t bring out the internal war in another.

Have you considered it?

Maybe you aren’t meant for a connection that puts self-worth into battle.

But rather one devoted to healing it. 

A connection that finally admires the ever-flowing fabrics of your femininity.