Saturday, 16 July 2016

When he called me woman

When he called me woman, it felt somehow transformative. As if had only just acknowledged all the magic and majesty of womanhood. Maybe I had just forgotten. Forgotten - in the journey of motherhood, the ending of marriage and the twists of life. Woman: in that moment, as I drank the word in, I felt more woman than I ever had. I wasn't just an acknowledgement of his attraction to me, it was an acknowledgement of the unique beauty of womanhood.


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