There is, among us, a silent sorority of women striking a bold balance between femininity and ferocity. I know who you are. You know who we are. We know who we are. We know each other.
Immediately recognizable in the most ordinary places in the most common experiences and in the most unremarkable moments. We are the culmination of all we have lived; in our private, public, personal, and professional lives. We know both shared joys and solo suffering. We don’t carry baggage. We carry sensibility and mischief in perfect harmony.
We are conventional and modern, we are whole and we are broken, we are lost and we are found, and we are cranky when we’re tired.
Boss babes, bad assess, queen bees, free spirits, single women, and solo mothers, and so much more: we are none of the things we mock and all of the things we adore. When Ophelia said the owl was a baker’s daughter, she was inspiring you to know yourself fully and to fiercely test who you might be.
I am taking her challenge and I challenge you to join me. You know who are you.
