Sisterhood Part 2

I value the magic of sisterhood with the entirety of my being.

It stuns me. When I see women genuinely happy for each other.

Because I know too well what all of us have been conditioned to be.

‘In competition’ isn’t quite the right phrase, because it insinuates that there is a clear winner and clear losers. Nay, the situation is much more terrifying.

Instead, there is the survivor

and then there is the rest.

We will claw each other’s eyes out to be seen, pop each other’s eardrums to be heard and torture each other as much as possible to be loved because we have been taught the mindset of the scarce and the exclusively external.

We teach our girls that there is limited space for them. That is why we must stop complaining when women make up only 20% of a governing body because a decade ago, it was closer to nothing.

We teach our girls that all the good this world has to offer comes from outside of their reach, through the validating nods of their fathers and the selfish strokes of their boyfriends.

We teach our girls that the world will decide of how much of a serving of love they are allowed to have that day and if they take up too much space we shall starve them until they fall into line and be the wispy, barely-there women that are

manageable.

So when my friend rants to me about how her lifelong friend was stabbing her in the back to entertain male attention, my heart breaks. For my friend, but also for the girl who felt that she had to do something so vile

Just to feel seen.

And when I view girls tearing down other girls through leaving despicable comments under their scandalous outfits or life’s work, my heart aches for both the girl reading that comment and the one who felt the need to hex the beauty of another,

Just to be heard.

And when I see the cutthroat glares, cowardly whispers and snarky shoves as a woman who has slept with a new man or discovered a new element or done her hair a little differently walks across a crowd of unsolicited jurors, my heart shatters.

For both the woman under the unjust judgement and for those who felt they must gather hate from every nook and cranny of their desperate hearts and dispel it onto their fellow woman,

Just to be loved.

I wish to hug each and every one of these women and tell them,

‘I understand. I see you, I hear you, I know your pain. And I will fight for our daughters to never know it too.’

So when I see a group of girls cheer on their bestie from the stands or a wise older woman mentoring an enthusiastically clueless younger woman, or a random girl compliment another’s outfit or aura,

My heart leaps and I enter a state of complete and utter euphoria. For there is another being who has realised that empowerment is the responsibility of us all, and we better our future by bettering each other.

And I see my fellow women, decorated in butterflies and drapes of silky cloth, blinding jewels and the scent of flowers. With their long legs in sharp stilettos and gentle shoulders in boxy tweed blazers. In crowns of sparkly scrunchies and revolutionary ideas and belts of gold and brute determination. With vines of wisdom growing around our curves and hues of gloss and glitter of spunky calm.

The physical manifestation of womanhood. I am in awe of it.

My fellow goddesses, please nurture your Divine Feminine Energy by nurturing your fellow sisters. Cheer them on, smile genuinely and give them plenty of warm hugs with tight squeezes often.

For if the world is stacked against us,

We must sharpen each other's swords, bind each other's shields and braid each others hair

And charge into battle, loved up and angry, against the indoctrination we’ve silently sipped and the prejudices we’ll gruntingly encounter,

We charge into this battle knowing that we are safe and knowing that we will succeed

For the trust and gratitude in true sisterhood lives in us all.