I am woman, my own woman, and yet all women.
I have been broken more times than could be repaired, had I been born a teacup.
I am soft as down and hard as stone.
I have loved with all my beating heart and lost and known it beat again.
I have run over hot coals to protect my children and even with a burned soul I run on.
I have faltered, failed and fallen more times than rain, have dawned and dusked, ebbed and flowed, waxed and waned a million times and I will do it all again.
I have drawn my sword and I have sheathed it.
I have been actively, consistently kind to those I didn’t like and don’t relate to.
I have welcomed my child’s choice of partner, not because I attended the selection process, but because I did not. They have taught me new lessons and I have learned to love them all.
I have read more books than Finland on self-development and applied that learning to my daily life.
I have run into walls, tripped over rocks, fallen off see-saws, swings and roundabouts and may well do so again.
I have fallen in love and out again.
I have nursed, nurtured, carried and cared for children, adults, days, months and years and they all got better.
I have cried ugly and alone for nights and with another until the smile came back to my face.
I have looked in the mirror and felt sick, delighted, upset and happy.
I have given away my last bite as my stomach rumbled.
I have run too fast and reached too high.
I have lived my life.
I am Woman, I am myself, and I am Every Woman. I don’t need to know the details of your life, nor hear your voice for Every Woman knows exactly what it is like to be one.
I honour every one of you.