I want to revel in being a woman.
Look at my face and enjoy my unique features.
Dark pools of brown eyes. Full lips. Smooth skin. Long expanse of brown-black hair.
I want to slip into soothing silk and listen to music by Tori Amos all day.
I want to read through erotic books and sigh, long for, and desire.
I want to kiss my husband in my own special way.
I want to press every inch of my innate womaniliness against him.
I want to hold my son and sing praise to my body which served as the safest haven for him when his life first began.
I want to revel in being a woman.
Because being a woman is a wonderful, miraculous, and beautiful gift.