Dear Woman
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Pretty soon you’re not going have anything left to give. You’ll have passed yourself around like a collection plate. Like the flu. Like a bag of potato chips at a party. Using all of the other gifts God blessed you with, except for the one you have the most of: a brain.
“If everybody who had a piece of you kept it, when true love finally showed up, what would you have left to give? Besides excuses?”
Sometimes you can be too good for your own good. Too ready, too willing, too able. Too hungry to please a man who hasn’t proved that he is thirsty for you. When all you needed to do was keep your food in the freezer and wait. Pretty soon, someone would have come along wanting dinner, not just a snack. All I want to know is why?
Why do you find it so easy to put yourself in so many positions where everything from your morals to your flexibility are tested? Why do you allow yourself to come to a point where you don’t even care anymore? When did it become acceptable to let a different bully steal your lunch money every semester? Sometimes one man comes into your life and turns the whole thing upside down. Everything you built will be gone. That’s a tragedy.
What isn’t a tragedy is when you leave your front door open like you’re running a soup kitchen—letting in everything from flies to the wind. There is no excuse for that.
Some women are destroyed completely by love one time. The good thing is in the midst of the devastation, she will find her strength, and she will rebuild. The foundation will be much stronger the second time around. My concern is for the woman who takes small steps into the darkness. The woman, who with every fingerprint she allows a man to leave on her mirror, blurs her vision so badly that when she wakes up one morning, she won’t even recognize herself. That’s who I’m afraid of. The woman who treats herself like a new Mercedes, but one that doesn’t ever make it to the show room floor. She was so anxious to be used, that she allowed herself to be sold for parts. Don’t let her be you. Have you ever seen a woman beaten so badly that she can’t be recognized? How about a heart?
The right man always comes eventually. I’m just scared that when he asks you who you are, you won’t even know anymore.
DEAR WOMAN,
The scariest part about loyalty
Is the fact that no matter how loyal you are,
If who you’re loyal to is not as loyal as you,
Your loyalty will always be your downfall.
When they can’t answer your question,
They’ll question why you asked them.
When you ask for more, you’ll be called selfish.
When you ask for better, you’ll be called greedy.
When you ask for reciprocity,
They’ll ask you for a dictionary.
Instead of constantly asking someone why they can’t be loyal back to you,
Ask yourself why you’re being loyal in the first place.
DEAR WOMAN,
Sometimes, a good man is like a parking spot.
A parking spot that is a block away from your door,
when it’s raining, and you’ve got ice cream in the backseat of your car.
He might not be “perfect,” but he’s ready for you.
Perfect is a word that cheats so many people out of real.
It cheats them out of good enough to get the job done.
Now you can keep circling the block if you want to,
Waiting to find something closer,
You have to ask yourself, are you being lazy?
One day, you’re going to turn that corner
and that spot is not going to be there either.
Then that spot would have been perfect, too.
The only person you can be upset with is you.
When you take things for granted,
the things you’re granted get taken.
We are all crazy.
We just need to find people who are our kind of crazy.
So when we act crazy, we won’t seem crazy.
ONE DAY YOU’RE GOING TO WAKE UP AND SHE’S GOING TO BE GONE. THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO ASK YOURSELF WHEN DID SHE REALLY LEAVE?
MOST MEN DON’T CHASE A WOMAN UNTIL SHE’S HALFWAY DOWN THE BLOCK.
A REAL ONE WON’T LET HER LEAVE THE HOUSE.
(Sign)
DEAR WOMAN,
Sometimes “too” can be the loneliest number.
When you’re heart tells you
that you’re too in love to walk away.
But your self-esteem and friends tell you
that you’re being treated “too single” for you to stay.
When you’re too loyal. Too forgiving.
Too willing to settle for someone
who has shown you too many times
how two people can be in the same relationship,
sleep in the same bed,
but emotionally be two thousand miles apart.
You’re too tired to argue but have too much hope.
You’ve waited too long for a person to change things—
Things you consider too easy to even be arguing over.
Remember this:
Being in love is optional, too
Especially to be in it with someone who is too selfish to treat you like a priority.
DEAR WOMAN,
He’s going to come.
The one who’s going to make you feel like everyone else was just
practice.
The one safe enough to show your girlfriends.
Smart enough to show your mother.
Strong enough to show your flaws.
He’ll love your mind first.
Heart second.
Body always.
He’ll prove to you that trust isn’t just a word.
That love isn’t just a feeling.
That boyfriend isn’t just a title.
The only question is, “Will you be ready?”
There is nothing worse than having a king on your doorstep
while you’re in bed with a joker.
It’s alright to “like “somebody. Just like them with your eyes open.
When you live inside of a bubble for an extended period of time
because you were hurt,
because you’re “focusing on your career”
or because you’ve just given up on men,
it’s natural that when you finally do meet someone
who gets more than 5 minutes of your attention,
or shows at least an ounce of genuine interest,
those walls will come tumbling down.
But first, ask yourself what you’re ready for? What you can handle?
and what is your limit?
Believe it or not, you’re in a position of vulnerability,
and his aggression mixed together could be a gift or a curse.
You have been so defensive when it comes to men.
You built this crazy wall and someone actually climbed over it.
So now you’ve got butterflies—that’s not a bad thing.
But, you’re going to fall! That’s guaranteed. I can hear it in your texts.
You just have to make sure:
1) He’s going to catch you or 2) You’re going to catch yourself.
If not, I wouldn’t even start “tripping.”
DEAR WOMAN,
Have you ever walked into a shoe store
and saw a pair of shoes that you just had to have?
You asked for them in a size 8, but they only had a 7 ½.
You tried them on, but they just didn’t fit.
You knew that you could probably wear them,
But they weren’t comfortable.
No matter how you turned and twisted your feet,
They just didn’t fit.
You thought about buying them anyway,
Though the beauty of the shoe wasn’t worth
the pain they would have caused your feet.
So you just politely said, “No thank you” and walked away.
Ok, now imagine if that “shoe” was a “
man,”
and the “foot” was your heart?
Why isn’t it different?
DEAR WOMAN,
When you want more, ask for more.
If you don’t, you’re only hurting yourself in the long run.
When you have feelings for a person, and you don’t say anything
Because you’re “too scared that it might mess everything up,”
You’ve already messed up.
You’re not only cheating yourself, you’re cheating your future.
Let’s say this was a job.
Right now, you’re just a volunteer.
No commitment. No future. No security.
The way your life is set up, the way everyone’s life is set up
You need to be in a permanent position.
Now, you can wait for your “boss” to offer you a full time position.
Maybe they will, maybe they won’t.
Or
You can walk into their office and say you know what,
I need a job.
With benefits, responsibilities and compensation.
The longer you keep working for free,
the harder it is going to be for someone to pay you.
Especially if is one of those “friends with benefits” situations;
Those benefits will become your biggest liability.
DEAR WOMAN,
Sometimes saying “I’m alright” is just easier.
Easier than saying, “I don’t love myself like I used to,
because somebody I’m still in love with doesn’t love me
liked they used to, and I’m not taking it well.”
Sometimes saying “I’m alright” is easier.
Easier than saying, “I spent 3 hours in the mirror getting ready for a date last night, only to be taken to dinner, out for drinks,
and, if it wasn’t for the fact that my period was on, I probably would have gotten raped last night.”
Apparently, a kiss on the cheek isn’t enough for a first date anymore.
Sometimes saying, “I’m alright” is easier.
Easier than saying, “I was pregnant with a baby by a man who said he wanted me but not a baby.
When they took the baby,
I guess I took it too hard, so he left, too. Now I wish that day in the clinic
I would have aborted him and not the baby.”
Sometimes saying, “I’m alright” is easier.
Easier than saying, “I love my son, but I hate being a mother.
Well, maybe I just hate being a single one
Because out of all the dreams that I had about being a mother
this wasn’t in a single one.
DEAR WOMAN,
Love is like the weekend.
Friday nights, you get all dressed up.
Perfect makeup, perfect shoes, perfect hair.
Perfume that smells like, “I want you to eat me alive.”
Accompanied by an attitude that whispers in his ear:
“You’ll have to work for it first.”
He will spare no expense to impress you.
He’ll probably never be more on time in his life.
His car, as clean as the day he bought it.
Favorite shirt, favorite jeans, fresh haircut.
Every flaw covered, every asset exposed.
It’s the most beautiful you both will ever look until your wedding day.
Also, probably the most fake.
No job gives you a list of reasons to quit in the beginning—only benefits. So why should people?
Anyway.
You’ll spend most of the night explaining how you’re amazing, and everyone else you dated in the past just didn’t realize it.
The only thing cornier is that they’ll say, “me too.”
If things go perfectly, it will last well into the night.
You never really know who you’re dealing with until Saturday morning.
If the thought of waking up next to them doesn’t completely scare the hell out of you 5 seconds after you open your eyes,
You’ll stick around.
You’ll spend the entire day being normal.
You’ll do all the things that life always seemed to get in the way of.
Like art museums, amusements parks and sightseeing tours in a city you’ve lived in all your life.
Then your evening will overlap with the things that look weird when you do them alone.
Like going to the movies at 7pm. Eating dinner outside.
Public displays of affection.
You will be happier than seeing the light on at Krispy Kreme,
Than finding a WaWa at 3am
and a cop turning his lights on and speeding up behind you,
only to fly past you, on his way pull over the asshole who cut you off a mile back,
although you had a little too much to drink.
You’ll feel like the Real MVP
And Sunday—
Sunday, you will spend praying that it never ends.
Only for Monday to come, and it’s back to reality again.
You know why? The only thing promised in love is that it will end.
You just have to make sure your weekends last a lifetime.
Thank You.
Thank you for believing in me and supporting what I do.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to live my dream, while helping make one or two of yours come true.
Thank you for your time.
I want to tell you that I’m proud of you, for everything you’ve done right and everything you’re still working on.
It’s important that you understand there is somebody here rooting for you.
Somebody who wants you to succeed in everything you do.
Whether it be love, life or the perfect mixture of both.
I hope that after you close this book,
You will be in a better place than when you opened it.
I hope we will meet one day.
But if not,
“No matter how many times the world changes what it means to be a woman, you never stop being a woman in it.”
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The End