She's Got This

You see her wild, unruly, clumsy, with a mind of her own and you think to yourself, "She is free. She is fun. She could be tamed."


Every strong female character ever has been depicted as the bitch, the wild horse, the vamp or maybe the headstrong one. Of course, there is a history, of course, there is pain there. But does that mean you coming into her life would magically erase all her difficulties and problems? Did you wait to ask whether she even wanted your help?

Stop a minute. Watch.

She's got this. She had got this before you came and she will continue to after you've moved past her. There is magic at work here, a strong aura that you don't notice. You saw the sparkle in her eyes, but do you see the bullets she dodged and managed to smile? Oh, you'd fall for that smile any day, but did you know the secrets behind the same?

Sometimes she doesn't need that advice. Sometimes you could just listen. Yes, she wants you. No, she doesn't need you.

You know how you are a person on your own? Fun, free, full of enthusiasm and life. She is like that too. A person on her own, a light in the darkness, a will strong enough to be challenged, again and again, and again.

This one doesn't need taming, believe me. She needs some love, but forevermore she demands respect. She could be your friend, your mother, your daughter, your sister, your spouse, your whatever. It is the same story with her, forever.

Ya'll think. Think. And then decide that she needs this and that. Did you ask? Did you see that face she made when she fell and bruised her knee? Did you see her gulp down those tears and get up for the next round because she knew you wouldn't approve of her crying? Did you not see how much she wanted to run home and yet she stood there standing in all of her 3 feet height's glory?

I watched her the other day, clumsily fall on the roadside. Got up, patted the gravel off her butt, gracefully smiled at the passersby and went on her way. I saw her come tired from work, drop her bag, take a nap and wake up again to prepare the next meal. I saw her studying her ass off before that exam you took for granted and score top grades. She didn't do it for duty or freedom or equality or anything. She did it for all of it and for none of it.

She, my dear, did it for herself.

The way she swishes her skirt, or laughs when the wind is on her face, or seems satisfied at the beach or sings her heart out, makes my soul flutter. When she dresses up and puts her new sneakers on or comes back from a walk in the rains at 4:00 am just like that, I feel happy for her. That fire hidden within her tender mannerisms, the determination behind her nerdy glasses, the sassy walk in those stripped bed pajamas... she is beautiful. She is us. She is me and she is you.

She never asked for your permission, honey... she never really needed it. If you cannot appreciate her the way you were meant to, kindly step aside. She's got this. Choose to be a support, or a helping hand or a passerby or watcher. Choose to be with her and she will bloom for you.

Point is... she's enough. And it is not her that needs reminding. It is you.