Let Me Tell You a Story || #EyesLipsFierce Write-a-Thon

let me tell you a story

Let me tell you a story.

This is not a story of any woman in particular, but of every woman. This is a story of every woman who has walked the face of this planet, every woman who has carved footsteps into this earth, every woman who has pounded down walls and screamed her throat raw because the door was boarded shut for her, every woman who has overcome obstacles and still been swept to the side.

Let me tell you the story of the woman who doubted herself, of the woman who bullied herself, of the woman who looked in the mirror and hated herself. Let me tell you the story of the woman who thought she was too much, and not enough, and ugly and unbeautiful and unwanted. This woman looked at herself and wanted more than anything to change herself because she could not see her beauty.

She could not see her beauty, and she could not change herself, so she drowned.

Let me tell you the story of the woman who spoke up when no one else would, of the woman who braved hailstorms and hurricanes when everyone else shuttered themselves inside. Let me tell you the story of the woman who was constantly asked to put herself before others, so much that she forgot herself. It started as a ripple at first, but ripples can create the largest waves.

She cared about others, and she neglected herself, so she drowned.

Let me tell you the story of the woman who climbed mountains and crossed rivers to get to her destination, of the woman who dreamt her dreams and dared to stretch for them. Let me tell you the story of the woman who wanted to make the world her own. She wanted to, but others looked at her and scoffed because she was a woman. They cut her dream from the sky, laughing as it plummeted in one short swoop.

She wanted the world, but they told her no, so she drowned.

Let me tell you the story of these women, these women who saw themselves and wanted so desperately for other people to see them, too. But no one did, and so they faded, miles and centuries gone save for a shift in the wind, maybe.

Let me tell you a story. A story of the scared women, of the sad, of the heartbroken, of the lost. Of the confused, of the hurt, of the dazed, of the angry. These women, the ones who have walked while others hitched rides, the ones who have hurt and bled and wept while others ignored their pain, the ones who have been silenced but who have thousands of words inside them about to spill over - these women will shout and yell, scream and cry, march and stand, fight and fly. They will do whatever it takes to be seen, and they will be seen.

And they will change the world.