WOMAHN

Great, I'm a woman, a great big woman, a great big curvy brown woman. No, not really. I don't really have the breasts for that, nor the hips for that. SO OKAY LET ME START OVER! I'm a woman, tall, skinny, beautiful. Long legs peeking under every dress and high heels making me .....wait....I'm not that either. So I'm not the standard big beautiful curvaceous brown woman, nor am I the standard walk-down-street-faces-turning sort of woman. Alright well here it is. I'm a woman. I'm a "size 3, sometimes a water bloated size 5" type of woman. I'm a "sometimes I breakout due to stress and make a personal choice not to cover every blemish with makeup because honestly, my flaws are a part of me" sort of woman. I'm a "sometimes my feet smell, I get dandruff, I sneeze loudly, laugh loudly, and breathe loudly due to nasal congestion" woman. And no, I'm not the "feminist fuck you chauvenistic bastards" category of woman, I'm the "I fall in love, I cry when I'm sad, I try to get my homework done, I get upset when hungry, I cuss, I make do with what I have" woman. I'm just a woman. I really don't fall under any category of woman. I'm not this nor that, or too much of here nor there. I just am. I was born with two breasts, a vagina, eggs, the ability to have babies. Biologically, that makes me a woman- but what makes me a woman? You may ask, I might know. But I'd rather show you. (: