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.