This is what I say to your ego

If you feel threatened by a woman
Don’t be.
Only insecure people fear confidence.

This. Is not a war.
This. Is not a competition,
Between your species and hers.

Stop deciding on who is better at, more at
Taller than, richer than, lesser than…

All she wants is for you to see.
– Not look.
All she asks is for you to listen.
– Not hear.

When you see her wearing padded blazers with classic black trousers paired with stilettos that hurt after 10 minutes, don’t laugh.

Don’t judge.

This woman is not trying to threaten or intimidate anyone.
She is not doing all of these for you.
Don’t flatter yourself.

She is standing for every lady that has been cat-called.
She is standing for everyone who has been shoved to the side.
She is standing for those  too timid to speak.

She is fighting against every man that discriminates.
She is fighting for every woman who tolerates.

If you feel threatened by a woman
This is what you ought to do:
Open your eyes
Wide.

Wide enough to see beauty and gentleness.
Open enough to see intelligence, wit, and elegance.

So here’s a toast to your ego!
Served with a dose of respect and a pinch of reality.
Hoping one day you’d learn to return the favor.

Chill.
I mean, Cheers!

The things you have to forgive me for

Forgive me for staring so long at your beautiful eyes. I couldn’t help but get lost in their mystery as they glimmer under the golden sun.

Forgive me for always looking at your lips. I like how the lines curve up when you smile, or arch down when you make a face, and even how they’re pressed together when you reach for a kiss.

Forgive me of being fond of your teeth. I look at them and travel back in time to the nights when little baby doll forgot to brush her teeth, or the times when she cried her way for a cotton candy, or when she threw a tantrum asking for one more tootsie roll.

Forgive me for surveying your body – your legs, your shoulders, your arms, your feet, your back, your stomach, your breasts. They are perfectly and wonderfully made.

Forgive me for being drawn by your passions. I will never get tired of hearing you talk about them without fear or regret but with thrill and hope.

Forgive me for being amused by your antics. Sometimes they get weird and scary. Oftentimes they hit the bullseye of humor and wit. Every single time, your shenanigans are one of a kind. You are one of a kind.

But don’t expect me to apologise for loving you. No. That I can’t do. For loving you is a privilege available to only a few. And how lucky! Oh how lucky is the man who gets to spend his lifetime with you.

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