A REAL WOMAN

Part 1: All these years, I thought I was a real woman, but tonight I became a real woman. I have just received my back bone and truly proud. I can't speak for everyone but I can speak for myself. I have allowed things, and people in my life make me feel as if I wasn't good enough. I will tell you this, I'm proud of me, I excepted so much from everybody, when all I was doing was being me.

Part 2: I don't like to take advantage of people and I don't want anyone to take advantage of me. I know that I am nowhere near perfect, but I don't allow myself or others think I am. I'm a Wife, a mother, a sister, a friend and I know how to hold my own (responsibilities) and will have problems throughout my life. But being a real woman a virtues woman will allow me to become better.

Part 3: I have had my share of frustrations and I can't lie, it has been hell. But to be strong and hold my head up high is nothing but pure joy. I believe in God, and I know God wants me to believe in me. I won't pretend that I'm not scared, but what isn't scary when it's new? I want to truly help someone to become a real woman.

Part 4: I'm not talking about someone who is loud so everyone in the house will fear you, not someone who feels that she got this, but knows she really don't. Not someone who has made everyone around her feel bad about making her feel bad. Not the stuck up woman. Not someone who looks at others problems as if she don't have any.

Part 5: Look I'm trying to help someone here, maybe just maybe some if not all of the things you go through is because your not play your part in being that real woman. I believe in marriage and I believe that men and woman are the ones who make babies. But it's like we have to be the mother and the father. How on earth ladies did we allow ourselves to be sold short.

Part 6: We are suppose to be the backbones of our husbands but yet keep our place. I'm not talking about quiting your jobs and stay home and make babies. I'm talking about the virtues woman, Proverbs 31:10-31. I can't see myself being in a position that allows me to lose who I am and that's being.......

Part 7: A REAL WOMAN!!!!!

If it were you .....

I always here people say, if that we're you, if I we're in your shoes, if, if, if. We always talk about if we we're in somebody else shoes. I have to say this, and I kind of want you to know that I have experienced some issues in my life that made me realize, that I'm not in somebodies shoes except mine. I'm not in my boyfriends shoes, I'm not in my mothers shoes. I'm not in President Obama shoes. We could have, would have done it better in their shoes. No we couldn't, we can't even get through half the mess that comes with wearing our own shoes. I don't know how to be a man and don't want to know, and I don't know how somebody feels when they are going through something in their life. I will say this, I can see that they are faced with something that might need our prayers, but for me to say, put yourself in my shoes. I can't, because it's more that comes with wearing somebody shoes. Even if we decided to walk a mile in someones shoes, we wouldn't get far, because I'm sure it took a life time for them.

I never gave myself the chance to let go and then I woke up. I woke up to a lie that never had any truth in it. I was confused about the way I was feeling. I knew that everything and everyone around me would question, what happened, but I remembered, that I wasn't alone. There are many women who have faced what I have faced the last thirteen years of my life. I almost want to say, I was a coward for allowing myself esteem to be taken from me that way. I loved everything about the life I was living. Sure we all have problems, but I couldn't see beyond my hurts. I couldn't give myself the approval to move on, instead, I closed my eyes and prayed that it would get better. Well, I was wrong and I woke up. I woke up to the lie that has followed me through my life. I saw it falling apart along time ago, but i just continued to pray. I asked God for his help and He gave it to me. I just didn't want that help. I knew what I wanted and it became evident that I was now faced with the chance of never finding what true love is, if I continued in the relationship I was in. Was it all my fault, did I do something that I didn't know? Was I too fat, to loud, too ugly, too honest? I wanted to know, but I realized that if I had to ask someone if I was not good enough for them, than I must not believe that I do deserve better in my life.