Being a woman is the epitome of BALANCE ⚖️
Knowing how much of yourself to reveal by fulfilling the humane need to express oneself, while maintaining privacy.. prudence… peace about what it is you share.
Balancing the womanly touch of comfort, softness, understanding, and forgiveness— while not being taken advantage of for your kindness, and avoiding the very hard to return from destination of hardness of heart, and closing off parts of yourself in an honest attempt the protect—you. Maintaining the balance between giving and letting go of the very crippling belief that you can’t receive as much as you poured out— when, you very much so deserve it! Balance, the art of dancing freestyle and choreo; Allowing water to move freely and directing its flow; Having the sweetness of life stabilized by the sour: Savoring each minute, but counting the hour.
How can we become our balanced selves when the male body— desensitized, with mismanaged power: Unable to feel the touch of a woman, incapable of becoming the much needed scale stabilizing her rivets, unable to build the pillar to uphold her cups filled with rich discoveries.. indulgent experiences.. rewarding comforts…
The phrase “can you handle me?” never made more sense…