You know, I was born with all the female parts.
Does that make me a real woman?

I survived an abusive relationship.
Does that make me a courageous woman?

I survived cancer.
Does that make me courageous?

I don’t have my ovaries, Fallopian tubes, uterus and cervix anymore.
Does that make me less of a woman?

I lost my hair to chemo and now that I have hair again, I spend time styling my hair every day.
Does that make me less courageous?

I strive to be authentic daily, and in ways you might not understand.
Does that make my journey any less authentic?

©Brindology 2015

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