Being a Female DOES NOT Make You a Lady

This is a statement that i thought long && hard about.. && concluded that this is in fact truth..

WARNING: This is completely oppinionated && based on my thoughts && beliefs, feel free to comment && this blog will probablly be the most updated blog i will ever write..

dictionary.com describes a lady as- a woman who is refined, polite, and well-spoken; and gives the following sentence as an example: "She may be poor and have little education, but she's a real lady. "
dictionary.com describes a female as- a person bearing two X chromosomes in the cell nuclei and normally having a vagina, a uterus and ovaries, and developing at puberty a relatively rounded body and enlarged breasts, and retaining a beardless face; a girl or woman.

-cleary the two have two different denotated meanings..
sooo... what is it that makes a female a lady?!

is it the fact that they have breasts, or a uterus, or the wide set hips?! the long hair, the make-up, the innocent smile?! what is it that makes a lady a lady?! well i can only speak for myself but this, to me is what makes a lady..

01.the ability to endure. Women are naturally strong; the ability to bear another human being inside of their own body is the strenghth no man will ever be able to fully comprehend. They may appreciate the burden, but will not physically be able to feel that pain.

02. the ability to be as fierce as you want to be: Women have so many daily tasks that sometimes they forget about themselves. But when they take out the time to pamper themselves and make themselves look && feel good; all eyes are on them. It can be as subtle as a sexy secretary// professional outfit or as bold as a clubbing dress.. The choice is completely yours; do it big all the time or make a big splash every now and then. Either way, the attention will always go to a lady.

03. the lady's intuition: A lady knows their gut, even at a young age. Ladies have a 6th sense that gives them a hunch about everything. It is 99.7% right and those times its not are very rare and occure when details are left out. A lady's intuition is sacred and can be a burden at times. However, it still leaves you in power over the situation at all times.

[more to come..]

A manifesto, by author Terry Tempest Williams in a book on 'Creative Non-Fiction'

I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create fabric in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue.
I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things
differently perhaps the world will change.
I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends.
I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure.
I write against power and for democracy.
I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams.
I write in a solitude born out of community.
I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. I write to the answers that make me complacent.
I write to remember. I write to forget. I write to the music that opens my heart. I write to quell the pain.
I write with the patience of melancholy in winter. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know.
I write as an act of faith. I write as an act of slowness.
I write to record what I love in the face of loss. I write because it makes me less fearful of death. I write as an exercise in pure joy.
I write as one who walks on the surface of a frozen river beginning to melt.
I write out of my anger and into my passion.
I write from the stillness of night anticipating -- always anticipating.
I write to listen. I write out of silence. I write to soothe the voices shouting inside me, outside me, all around me.
I write because I believe in words.
I write because it is a dance with paradox.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in
sand.
I write because it is the way I take long walks.
I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness.
I write with a knife, carving each word from the generosity of trees.
I write as ritual.
I write out of my inconsistencies. I write with the colors of memory.
I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as witness to what I imagine.
I write by grace and grit.
I write for the love of ideas.
I write for the surprise of a sentence.
I write with the belief of alchemists.
I write knowing I will always fail. I write knowing words always fall short.
I write knowing I can be killed by own words, stabbed by syntax, crucified by understanding and misunderstanding.
I write past the embarassment of exposure.
I trust nothing especially myself and slide head first into the familiar abyss of doubt and humiliation and threaten to push the delete button on my way down, or madly erase each line, pick up the paper and rip it into shreds -- and then I realise it doesn't matter, words are always a gamble, words are splinters from cut glass.
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love.

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