She might be the bravest woman I know.
She walks the unaccompanied path. She has her own back. She asks for no favors. Not an ounce of independence does she lack.
She has moments when she feels as though no one sees her. She feels people look at her, but do they really see her? She gets catcalls when she walks down the street, yet she goes to bed alone.
She’s not afraid to change her mind, but petrified to change a tire. She makes her own decisions, but can’t make toast without burning it. Her idea of a three-course meal is a Lean Cuisine. Shoes are in her cupboard where flour and sugar are supposed to be.
She’s sassy and feisty to those she meets, but some nights her tears fall on empty sheets.
She has moments when she knows that she’s beautiful and moments when she doubts everything about herself.
She screws up — a lot. She stumbles and she falls. She gets it wrong as often as she gets it right. But she never gives up the fight.
She has bad hair days. She’ll buy a new dress at Target and hope it passes for something a little fancier. Sometimes she struggles to make her rent and her car payment in the same month. Because she bought too many shoes? ..Sometimes.
Sometimes her friends let her down. They don’t always say the right things. &The exclusive One That Got Away? She has days when she still can’t cut the strings.
She has moments of panic when she wonders if her Prince Charming got lost somewhere or decided to settle for another less complicated, less stubborn, less independent princess. Sometimes she doesn’t know where she’s going until she gets there.
She hasn’t got it all figured out yet…. far from it, in fact.
But she loves God, and she loves to dance, she loves life, and she’s her own better half.
The bravest woman I know?
She is The Single Woman.
She is me. And she is you.
You’re much more likely to find something if you have a good idea of what you’re looking for.
Don’t choose the better guy.. Choose the guy that makes you a better girl.