The other day I was told that I have blossomed in the last few years and have grown into myself. At first, I felt offended. I thought I had blossomed a long time ago lol. But after continuously having this statement running through my mind, I agreed. At the age of 29, I have blossomed. I have grown. But this has little to do with myself and more to do with the experiences I’ve faced. It’s safe to say that my experiences are experiences many girls face.
The pain of having a partner who I was dating and living with for 8 years totally change after marriage. His family pressuring him to expect me to be a “woman” that’s “acceptable”. Everyone throwing slurs at me because I wasn’t what they wanted me to be. Things have changed in the last year, as we decided the best thing for us was to create boundaries from toxicity. But the idea of my kindness and love never being enough because I am not a culturally acceptable female makes me sick.
I think I blossomed the day I decided I am amazing, beautiful, and don’t have to limit myself because of my gender, the day I decided that I am accepting of all people and not going to judge someone because they don’t fit into my idea of woman or man. I have become fierce, strong, forgiving, and more loving than I ever was. And it is so beautiful to see that so many women have come to this point as well. I don’t feel alone anymore, no matter where I go or what happens. We are all so lucky for this movement and I hope that I can become as strong as all of you.