Look, I know what title says–I wrote it–and I’m not really going to write about International Women’s Day.
I mean! Thank you for understanding.
I really just wanted an excuse to talk about how I don’t participate in national and international holidays, even ones like this that I think are awesome. I knew about day without a woman but forgot and didn’t wear even a speck of red (unusual for me) and didn’t do anything about IWD until freaking everyone on social media was posting about it.
Fine. I won’t be tone deaf.
I posed this.
But I wanted to post this dramatic, more graphic version:
because it’s so cool and I’m still not over that exhibit. I’ll post more about it sometime probably. We’ll definitely actually because I’ve got to do something with all these photos.
So, I don’t know. That wasn’t empowering and it was totally cis of me, but it was a genuine celebrations. Bodies, and especially those of women (cis and non alike), are just amazing.
So the picture is a statement on beauty, complexity, intricacy, work, and purpose, just like I want my life to be. Except I don’t really care if anyone calls it intricate or complex.
And I’m grateful to be a woman and for all the women who came before me, and those who are next to me. Thank you.
Maybe this was a post about today after all. Man.