I am a girl. I like being a girl. I wasn’t made to be tough. I like having emotions and knowing how to express them. I like sparkles and things that glitter.
I am a girl.
I love having a gentleman open a door for me. I don’t feel offended, I feel cherished.
I like being protected. I am thankful that my man takes care of most of the critters around our place, our finances, and keeping the cars running well. It doesn’t mean I’m ill-equipped to do those things – although some of them, I don’t know how to do very well. It simply shows me that He loves me and He wants to make sure I’m safe.
Yes, I am a girl. I may take a long time to get ready for the day and I may change my mind about something. I may cry over having hurt feelings, and I may giggle over something I find amusing. It’s all part of being female. And I relish in it.
I want my femininity to help my man feel more like a man. I want him to know he can conquer, he can be a little rough around the edges, and he can be both a knight and a warrior for his family. He needs that. He needs to feel like he can protect, save, and be manly.
I don’t feel like I need to do everything a man does. I don’t want to. I don’t want to be helpless either. I want to know that I can be independent if I have to. But I want to be a woman – a lady – a girl. I want to see chivalry. I want to feel respect. I want protection. For I am a girl and I should be treated as such.
Being a girl to me is about fun things like nail polish, lipstick, curly hair, fancy boots, and darling purses. It’s about giggle-fests with other girls, crying times over good movies, and batting eyelashes – feeling the power and charm of womanhood. But it’s also about knowing how to nurture, love, and feel. It’s about instinct, intuition, and discernment. It’s about being soft, warm, and welcoming.
I love being a girl. I was created to be a girl. I’m raising girls. And I relish it all. For this is our calling. This is who we were created to be. We were created to use our beauty for good. Use our intuition to encourage, and use our softness to heal.
What power lies in our sex. What a shame when we don’t see it or feel it. When we don’t tap into who we really are.
Girls aren’t weak. They aren’t ‘lesser than.’ They aren’t stupid. They are simply girls. Stronger in some areas, and not as strong in others. But extremely special and unique.
The world needs girls. So, if you are one – be one. Embrace it. Love it. Use it for good.
For you were called.