Welcome.
No matter your gender identity, I welcome you here. Thank you for clicking on this; thank you for taking the time to read it. Thank you for being even the slightest bit interested in what I have to write.
And a shout-out to all the women out there - you deserve it.
So let me tell you something. This isn't a story of a single woman who's inspired me, because I have been inspired by so many that I couldn't possibly write all their stories. This is, instead, a story of women in general, and I hope you find something in here that you resonate with, something in here that you can relate to.
To all of the women out there: I guarantee you that you, yes, you, have inspired someone, sometime, somewhere, somehow, no matter how remarkable or unremarkable you believe your story to be.
And if you do believe somehow that your story is unimportant, that you're just another person spinning on this blue and green planet, let me deprive you of that notion. You are unique in your own right. You have had things happen to you in a specific way at a specific time, creating a series of events in your life unique only to you. You have borne scars in places no one else has, whether internal or external. You have had pains and fears and peeves original to you, and your memories could never be imitated by anyone else's. You are you, and you have a story, and whether you want to tell this story or not, you are important.
Don't forget it.
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Let Me Tell You a Story || #EyesLipsFierce Write-a-Thon
Short StoryFor she who has walked these grasses/rocks/dirt/sand, for she who has looked up and seen sky/sun/haze/smoke, for she who has looked within and known peace/anger/sorrow/joy, for she who has breathed/cried/spoken/laughed, for she who has lived.
