​I’m about to let you in on a little secret I’ve been keeping:

Every time a woman does a post of themselves cooking and puts a caption “wife me up” with a cute heart eyes emoji and a simpering smile, I want to vomit in my mouth a little.

The struggle not to, is real. 

Because I wonder to myself, is this truly ALL women aspire to in 2024? 

We can be scientists, athletes, politicians, creators, artists, photographers, agricultural goddesses, writers, entrepreneurs, inventors, poets, professors, researchers, lawyers, surgeons, conservationists, sustainability leaders, jewelers, architects, philosophers, painters, engineers, deep sea divers, pilots…seriously our possibilities are limitless. 

​I’m not lazy.

My brain screams the words but my mouth can’t seem to form them. My lips part and I exhale without making a sound.

Perhaps that’s because there’s so much sound reverberating in the space OUTSIDE my head. SHE’s making a racket of noise as though a drill sergeant is bellowing into a bullhorn.

And I’m just tired.
So tired.

I can’t seem to win and I just want to rest. But she never relents. Not even to take a breath herself. 

​Lazy. 
Unappreciative. 
Ungrateful for all the sacrifices they’ve made for me. 

Those are the kindest of the words winding their way through the air molecules to my ears.

On and On and ON as though it was a prerecorded track stuck on repeat. The rest of the words were so so so much worse - dripping with poison and making me wonder: 

Is this how she really saw me?
And if so, was I in truth any of those things?