I am forty years old.
I am not married and have no children but I am not considered an old maid or a spinster.
I can vote, I can drive, I can come and go as I please.
I can wear whatever clothing I want, do my hair anyway I like.
I can speak my mind and have my opinion be considered valid.
I can change my mind.
I can decide I don’t want to do this, and walk away.
I can work in any industry I like, so long as I’m qualified.
I can go to school and get qualified.
I can go to school.
I don’t live in constant fear of being attacked, raped, beaten for the simple act of existing.
I get to make my own choices.
Frequently, I forget about the women who I consider to be braver than me.
They fought for so much so I don’t have to.
They’re still fighting.
Gratitude is not enough. But for now, it will have to do.
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