FEMALE

This is my promise.

I will not dim my light.

I will not stop smiling.

I will look you in the eye when I speak and not accept downward glances that look more like shame than modesty.

I will laugh loudly at jokes made and stories told and I will not accept the label of “flirt.” I am not desperate for your attention. Years of anxiety are etched in my forehead and I am learning how to make wrinkles of a different kind. You don’t know my story.

I will unlearn the fear that lies at the other end of your pointed finger.

I will not take the blame for your immaturity.

I will not cover up or diminish who I am in order to blend in, in the hopes that your gaze and affection will not fall on me. I am a city on a hill. I was made to be seen.

I will be a refuge and a fortress, a safe place for all. Even if I run the risk of you misunderstanding the comfort I provide.

I’m ok with being “too much.” As long as every ounce is authentic.

I will shine. No matter the consequences.