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Soft and Pink.


I know a girl,

she knows how to stop a crowd,

though she is not the most beautiful,
there is something about her that catches the eye.
She holds her head high,
laughs from her heart and wears a smile like gold.
I know a girl with a heart so true a love so pure and a mind so strong.
She wears her love like a dress and her thoughts she's not afraid to share.
That's the girl I want to be,
Soft and strong and pink.
-YD

                                              

Soft and Pink is an expression I stole from Wendy Williams. I love it, because it refers to some things a woman sometimes is. I have been wanting to write on this and what it means to me for quite some time and my thoughts have been all over the place.
So soft and pink, if your mind is not in the gutter when you hear these words, you  think of fluffy and sweet smelling ... flowers... lol had to drag my mind out of there too.

Sometimes,  women go out of their way to show how much they are NOT soft and pink. There is a majority of women that believe that they will be closer to accomplishing their dreams if they are like men.  The truth is, not every woman is soft or pink, when I say pink I am not  necessarily referring to the colour as much as I am  referring  to the femininity that sometimes crosses the mind when you see the colour or think of it. In this era of "do it like a dude to be happy," women find themselves forcing to be a different kind of person to fit into  a man's world.
What I like to think is, the fact that I am a woman in a man's world gives me the edge.

Here are a few characteristics of the soft and pink woman;

·   She is not afraid of her femininity she embraces it.
·   She knows her power is in the fact that she is a woman trying to be a better woman.
·   She may seem vulnerable but she is tougher than nails and everyone who knows her knows this.
·   She is not afraid to let her freak flag fly, she embraces her sexuality but does not wear it like an amour.
·   She helps and support other woman because she understands that it hard out there for a girl.
·   She is not afraid to love. To give it or receive it because although she has been burnt, she understands that love has its benefits.
·   Sometimes, she loves her fashion sometime she doesn't. Frilly skirts and dresses does not a soft and pink woman make although they are one of the ways you identify her, sometimes she loves her trousers too and she wears them well.
·    She loves and embraces life.
·    She embraces her strength.
·    She is confident on the outside but her insecurities make her who she is.
·    She understands that because she has to do things that people may view as masculine sometimes, they do not make her a man they just make her a better woman.
·    She is not afraid to stand up and fight when there is a fight and she is not afraid to walk away from a fight when that's the right thing to do.
·    She is not weak, never has been, never will be, although you may make the error of viewing her softness as weakness.
·    She is not afraid to be taken care off she long for it and she accepts it.
·    She knows how to receive a complement gracefully and she loves to be adored.

    


I learnt these lessons from beautiful women who have surrounded me all my life. My Darling Mother, My One and only sister, my friends who are now like sisters to me and I also learnt these lessons from the wonderful men who support and surround me. For a woman to be herself she needs the support of everyone.

Cheers to my soft and pink sisters keep being you. Fearless and unashamed.

XO.


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