I have seen a few posts recently that glorify and misconstrue the concept of women not giving a fck. Selling it as though giving a fck makes you subservient; or a sell out; or weak; or passive; or complacent; or apathetic; or subordinate; or feeble; or, most bizarrely, unable to orgasm.
That those that do indeed give a fck must adhere to a strict compartmentalization and downplaying of their physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual self.
Which, bull shit.
So here's to the women who give a fck.
To those that care so deeply.
To those that are showing up, doing the work within and without, and letting the magnitude of both their feminine strength and softness shift the landscape of this world.
To those that are teaching the next generation to do the same.
To the sacred space holders.
To those with the shining eyes.
To those with the scarred-up hearts; the hearts that they continue to come home to, to listen to.
To those that protect with a ferocity that stops others dead in their tracks, yet still walk gently; hand in hand with compassion, healing, and forgiveness.
To those that have burnt themselves to the ground only to rise stronger, again and again, from their own ashes.
To those that have floundered and flailed through a wasteland of inhospitable terrain, but still held their chins high and hearts open.
To those that pull off the masks and layers and chains imposed by a society that wants to fit them in a nice, tidy box.
To those that tend to this vast, tender garden of humanity.
To those that weep, howl, rage, and roar. and then, shaking the heaviness from their bones, dance and laugh from their bellies and sing their soul songs and love and love and love.
To those that embrace both the mess and the glory of this existence.
To those that most definitely give a fck?
I offer my heart in reverence to the courage, the strength, the investment, and the endless love it takes to continue to show up and care and care and care in this world.