I left the cinema,
Wanting to be,
Wonder Woman.
I mean it’s not like I’m 5ft 2” and the furthest thing from being an Amazonian Goddess or anything.
More like I’m 5ft 5” and the furthest thing from being an Amazonian Goddess.
However that did not, and does not, deter me from telling my husband that from that night I would begin my wonder woman training.
I’ll be “wonder womaning”, rather than the wondering woman.
I want to be the woman whose feet touch the floor in the morning and she doesn’t go scrambling back into bed. I want to be the woman who drinks green tea, inhales and feels good about herself. Whose shower lasts longer than 10 mins because I bought the magical scent of relaxation and perfection shower gel. (Or whatever scent they are bottling these days.) I want the scent that makes me feel like a model in those Herbal Essence advertisements, and when I’m dressed, I almost don’t want to stop staring at myself.
I want to be that woman who drives off to work because she feels to and not because she has to. The woman who speaks her mind especially when it’s for the betterment of a situation because she trusts herself and knows her mind. I want to be the woman who knows how to give out of the kindness of her heart. The woman who might not know how to cook but can order food like a pro. The woman who knows when to stand her ground but also, the woman who knows when to be humble. I want to be the woman who sees art in everything. Who hears music and dances despite being told she can’t dance and sings off key. I want to be the woman who can be on the tightest of budgets and still bring home a meal fit for the gods. I want to be the kind of woman who has kids and knows just how to love with the intensity of a mother.
I want to be the woman who cries when something gets her down and fights her way back up. The woman who knows how to smile, and realizes her self-worth.
At the end of the day, I want to be the woman who can crawl into bed, smile and be more than content because she knows she’s making a difference.
If I had any one of those abilities and more I’d consider myself well on my way to being Wonder Woman.
But let’s not be naïve, a sexy body and superpowers would be really cool too.
Realistically I’m only 5ft 5” the furthest thing from being an Amazonian Goddess,
But I’m not too short to be Wonder Woman.
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