In the Wind

oooooo ooooooo, Caity-pie's one of the girls now.

All the joys of womanhood, the earrings, mascara, lipstick, sexy high heels.

Let's not forget all the pretty undergarments, Cleavage, most certainly the way to a mans heart.

Together we can share the joys of pedicures, manicures,and oh how nice it is to have someone wash your hair at a high end salon.

Yes I know, the waxing, plucking and never ending supply of lotions and creams, can be a burden, but the things we do to feel oh so pretty. Soft silky thighs will make him forget there was no dinner.

 

HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF A WOMAN!!!!!!!

You still got the parts God gave you.

 

You have no idea what it means.

You let me know when you have 45 years worth of menstrual periods, the pain, the bloating, the mess, the horrific cost of supplies.

Hey Sunshine, give Birth.....Carry a baby around for nine months and spend 14 hours in labor before squeezing it out in front half the hospital.

You let me know how much fun you had during your episiotomy with no pain killers.

Not to mention, most times when a woman gives Birth to  a baby, she also gives birth to a hemorrhoid so big everyone thinks there's a new face on Mt. Rushmore and your hiding it in your Azz.

How about those swollen painful breasts, your husband body slams you cause he thinks they are fun new bouncy toys. dumbass!

Walk around with a kid on your hip for 2 years, you don't know what back pain is.

Change diapers, get meals ready go to work and deal with a punk boss half your age, please by all means share your story.

Let me know when your husband uses your Ph balanced, expensive feminine wash to give the dog a bath.

All the things you think being a woman only exists in some screwed up fairy tale world you live in.

As far as shaving, plucking and waxing, I am sick of it, after 27 years I could care less if my picky legs scraps his tender bottom like sandpaper.

Because at least he had dinner on the table.