Those Days

Most days I love being a woman

I feel glamorous, sexy, and confident.

I’m at my best and I love it.

But on the other sixty days

I am left to wonder                           

why we are called the fairer sex?

I curse breasts, high heels, dresses

 and lament hair that can

only be tamed by high doses of heat and a ponytail holder.

I don’t want to wear perfume, pretty clothes, or carry a purse            

on those days I simply want to live in my favorite pair of pajamas

put on my glasses, wrap my hair in a bun, climb into bed, and read romance novels!

During those days I refuse to even think about healthy eating      

because my four food groups are: salt, chocolate, fat, and ice cream

 But I was born a woman and this is part of the curse so

even though I don’t love it I do accept it and I’m grateful that

 those days only occur occasionally.

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One thought on “Those Days

  1. Jill says:

    I would watch my father in the fields, sweating, alone, tired, and wish I were a boy so I could help him. And then I realized… I hate farmwork! My weak femininity was an easy out of a life I would have hated. What a joy to be a farmer’s daughter!

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