ahh the life of a woman

we are expected to be perfect. we are ambitious. we have the strength of ten men. we manage to keep ourselves in one piece. we have hectic lives. we have broken hearts. we are heart breakers. we have damaged friendships. we have the highest standards. we have drama. we stay stylish. we work two jobs. we have kids. we fall in love. we are desperate housewives. we have school all day. we learn to balance it all. we are artists. we are dancers. we are thinkers. we are masterminds. we fight for our voice. we stand up for ourselves. we are feminists. we get our hands dirty. we still manage to keep perfect manicures. we are fashion designers. we stress. we get gray hairs. we go through that terrible week once a month. we are role models. we are actresses. we are scientists. we help the homeless. we wipe runny noses. we cure the pain. we solve problems. we do all this. and we still manage to look drop dead gorgeous.

how do we do it? well noone really knows. maybe we dont do it all. we arent all confident and unbreakable. we may be breaking to pieces inside. but we arent going to show the world. we have to stay perfect. we cant let those boys see how weak we really are now can we? so keep that ambition. keep those standards high. dont let yourself fall. do something for yourself. take a bath. go to a spa. read a book. whatever. just keep yourself together. do it for the female standard.

geesh. this is that monthly week.

i start thinking weirdly.

i dont think im even making sense. not sure.

blahh.

will you still love me when im getting annoyed at you for something stupid?

i hope so.

i love you deep down.

at least after this week

ashleyy