Oh, I am woman.. invincible and strong. Hear me roar!

So we have a whole day to celebrate for ourselves because why not? Celebration is never a bad thing and honestly there’s so much more to life than being critical about every cotton-picking thing happening in the universe. Most of my timeline today was crammed with how this day makes no fucking sense and how female is just a gender and why we don’t celebrate men’s day with equal splendor.Seriously, how do we manage to find a loophole in every goddamn thing around the world?

It takes us a lot, alright.

We’ve to constantly keep making decisions. From effortlessly simple ones to dauntingly monumental life choices. We have to choose pants over skirts on a scorching day just to evade the hungry stares. We have to wait for a friend to join us on a vacation just because we travelling alone is dangerous. We have to start planning our graph around marriage after our quarter life just to avoid emotional blackmail.

No, we are not complaining.

We have learned how to keep our bags clenched to our chests on a crowded street. We are learned how to hide the painfully nauseous periods and pretend to be just fine in the meeting. We have learned to deal with cat-calling and sexual harassments. We have learned to control our tears.

We have bought our pepper sprays.

We have slapped that guy on the street.

We have bought alcohol evading leering men from the wine shop.

We have said no to early marriage.

We have taken the trip alone.

We are constantly evolving.

We are changing the world.

But while at it, can’t we have a day to ourselves just to celebrate the power of us?

Given a choice, I wouldn’t want to be anything else but a woman every time I am born.

And today, with utmost joy, I say I’m a woman. What’s your superpower?

Cheers,

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