I always wonder about the moment I understood the meaning of being a woman. Is it still happening as I'm writing this? 
It's an odd juxtaposition of power and vulnerability that transforms into a beautiful image of a song, that I am. 
I think I am still trying to truly acknowledge the depth of my spirit. But, life is a reflection of our understanding of its existence. It's our choice to pick our truth, b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ transform old norms and just be ourselves. Coexist with the vast emotions and androgyny of it all. 
To be honest, isn't what we are transforming today just a model to be transformed tomorrow?
So, why not be ourselves and surrender to the truth of our desired world?
because that world can't be without a woman and her journey to make you believe.