I have something weird to confess: I’ve always been uncomfortable being called a “woman.” I would never blink at being called a “girl” but “woman” weirded me out for as long as I can remember. And honestly it still kind of does.
I don’t know if it’s because I always thought of women as my mother’s age and didn’t want to admit I was growing older, or if it’s because sometimes I’ve felt uncomfortable in my own skin.
Being raised in a strict religious environment you sometimes tend to get the message (even if it isn’t necessarily blatantly taught) that sexuality in general is something to cover up, to hide and to be ashamed of. And while the word “girl” seems innocent and pure, the word “woman” can seem sexy and grown up.
When I put on this outfit for whatever reason I feel more woman than girl. I wish I could say I’m healed enough from those ideas from my upbringing to feel completely proud and confident as a woman, but I’m in the process of growing to accept myself, and getting more comfortable in the skin I’m in.
I hope that today you feel beautiful and strong and sexy and perfect just the way you are.