Otherwise, I would never have known the joy of skipping around when I was 5yrs old holding my best friends hand and giggling about boys.
Otherwise, I would never have kicked up my foot and swooned the first time a boy kissed me.
Otherwise, I would never have had the frilly skirts, make up, or high heels.
Otherwise, I would never have worn a white dress, walked down the aisle holding my daddy's hand with my heart all aflutter.
Otherwise, I would never have known the joy and magic of carrying my children in my womb, giving birth, and being called Mommy.
As women, we are soft, caring, nurturing, delicate creatures that can be as tough boot leather if needed to protect her children.
Yet, when we experience everything that life has to offer and do so with our hearts, we are considered the weaker sex. Because we can be emotional, we must be weaker, we must not be complete, we must be "only a girl". Then when we get aggravated or angry, it manifests as tears and frustration. That makes it worse. Because we know the whole world sees it as weakness. It's so frustrating, it's so unfair. Because we are passionate about our thoughts, ideas, and experiences, we obviously cannot think rationally.