Although the world may show us the stereotypes of women, I don't believe them. I don't believe who they say I should be. I don't believe what they say I should wear or what kind of mother, wife, sister I should be. I don't believe them. I don't believe what they say my body should look like and how I should love.
I can't help but believe there's some very intimate unrevealed purpose to my life as a woman. Almost as if being a woman is God's hidden advantage. An ace up His sleeve. I feel this divine draw to my sense of self-worth. It's the core of my self-esteem. Being a woman is an integral piece of my identity. It is my purpose and it's what I love most about me.
The stinging blow of my husbands cheating has introduced doubt. Are my boobs too small? Am I not sexy enough? Asian enough? Fun enough?
I can't believe those lies either.