I admire each one of you.
All the mothers, sisters, friends around me,
For your strength, patience, compassion.
Yet, I’m afraid to make any of you my role models.
I’m afraid to have unattended
Marks, bruises, burns, adorning my body;
Or silently weeping with pain despite which I’ll toil endlessly
Damaging myself, bit by bit.
I’m afraid to let my children have
All of the pastry I had been craving to eat for weeks, and had finally bought with utter excitement.
I’m afraid to believe that
Neglecting my happiness for others
Is not a big deal; moreover it’s my duty, fate, and worst of all,
something to be proud of, a mark of superiority.
You see, women,
Your strength is extraordinary.
But don’t mistake your unattended injuries as trophies.
Stop believing you’re better
Just because you were never given the choice, between good and bad.
Not having claws
Doesn’t mean you’re on the side of the angels;
It just means you never had the power
To choose your side.
In your responsibilities
As a mother, sister, woman
You’ve been somewhere neglecting your foremost responsibility
The one to yourself.
So dear women,
This women’s day
Before asking the society for
Equal treatment, rights, care, compassion,
Treat yourself with all that your gender has been demanding for centuries,
This women’s day, start with yourself.