good morning monday, hello queenthings jewelry | G I V E A W A Y!
since an essence of my jewelry art lies in what it means to be a girl, i want to celebrate this with you! i want to pay tribute to the privilege. to those moments that we wanna say, i just love being a woman. share what this means to you- and you could win of my newest jewelry designs before it becomes available to anyone else…
☆ HOW TO ENTER | who will be crowned?
all you have to do is leave a comment within this post explaining what you love about being a woman. (and guys, what you admire most about us! you can enter to win too.) and that’s it! just one inspiring entry will be selected.
be witty, or say something tender. recount a memory. make it long or keep it simple. write something honest and original. no correct answer – just don’t wait to leave your comment in case someone says something you want to! the winner will be announced this following monday, june 25th, right here on true nature. good luck!
the coronation necklace | details
sterling silver antlers & wire wrapped aqua chalcedony hung on draped gunmetal chains, sterling lobster clasp. value: $65.00!
edit to add: you can now find the necklace right here.
Simply, I enjoy the choices that we, as women, have been given. We can pursue a career, marry our sweethearts, and cradle our first child in our arms — none of which are mutually exclusive to us. Any goal that we set for ourselves can be achieved with dignity and grace. We have the freedom of choice, to do anything that we choose to do or not to do, and the poets will still write their songs about us. This is what I love about being a woman.
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Well, I’m not a woman… I know that much. I also that’s a mighty fine idea and necklace you got going on there!
Cheers -Chris
The best thing about being a woman is that you are a woman. Theres no need to explain or give details. Only a woman can truely understand the meaning of this. For someone to say that being a woman is great because of this and/or that, I feel as if they’re missing the things that count the most, the grey. Not the black and white.
Being a woman is quite possibly the most simple yet difficult thing. And i applaud each and everyone one of us out there, who is capable of doing so.
What do I love about being a woman? I love being part of a long line of strong, daring, beautiful women like my mother and grandmother. I love how putting on makeup is like playing dress up – on your face.
I once got my period at 4 am on top of a mountain. I stumbled out of my tent, fingers tingling, cramping, cursing. Our cars were miles away. A bathroom was even further away. I wanted a tree, or a stream–some kind of privacy or comfort–so I wandered. The mountaintop was bald with few landmarks, and as the sun rose a soupy fog set in. I couldn’t find my way back to my tent. I finally just doubled over to wait. After a while out of the sunlit fog, not 10 feet away, steps a wild pony mama and her baby. They were grazing and didn’t seem to mind me. I just sat there in the fog, bleeding, watching the tenderness and strength of this pair, thinking of my own mother, and grandmother, and my sisters and friends–of their strength and tenderness. I felt like I was being gently reprimanded, like someone was laughing a little and saying, “you think you’re so miserable, but don’t you understand what you’re a part of?” So after a while the ponies moved on, the fog burned off, it turned out I wasn’t actually lost, and back at camp my friend had a whole box of tampons “just in case”.
So my answer is one that many of us had. What I love most about being a woman is being in on something with all the other women.
I love to know that my body some day will carry a baby inside… and 9 months latter, that same body will feed the baby with milk and love.
This is the most feminine and delicate thing that we can do: let another life grow inside of our own bodys.
Possessing quiet strength.
I love being a woman because it seems we are born with a sense of intuition that most men don’t carry. And we can communicate with each other with certain glances and know exactly what the other woman is referring to. We also can say that we can bleed for five days straight and still be alive and kicking. (This makes us tougher than some would think).
Really – after the story about the little brother coming to live with her I feel pretty frikken lame writing what I’m about to write.
The best thing about being a woman… I mean to go into that would take a really, really long time. There are so many amazing things to womanhood, the giving, the caring, the selfishness, the ability to say yes (and no) to anything and everyone. But today I was glad to be a woman for a very base and silly reason. There is a societal “pass” if you will for women and crying. It is expected when you do things like hit yourself (hard, like i always frikken do…) or what have you. Well today I got into a really bad car accident and my car was totalled because of it. I sat on the corner of the road and cried. Just released all the stress about working for my own company, student loan debt so high that i could buy a house in certain parts of the country, a relationship that hasn’t been going well, the totalled car was just the reason I needed to let it go. And you know what? Everyone stopped. No one thought it was weird or strange… everyone in the accident just stopped and consoled a stranger, a woman, in need.
Looking at the situation there is nothing “inherantly” woman about what happened. But the ability to find strength in sorrow, solace in tears is a quality I find most often in women and I think it just rocks.
Being a woman….hmmm….for me I think it has to be the journey to becoming a woman. You start off as a child and the world is full of pretty things and wonder….you can grow up to be anything….maybe even the president of the United States!! Then you become a teenager, you start to grow lumps in places that used to be flat, you learn that you will bleed every month, you notice boys, start worrying about what you look like and you start to think that maybe you can’t grow up to be whatever you want to be. Then into your late teens and early twenties you start to learn a bit more about who you are but you still care far too much about what people think and compare yourself to everyone else…..(I don’t look as good as she does, she earns more than me, her boyfriend is better looking etc) but then you move into your late twenties and early thirties and now you are becoming a woman. You only care about what the people you love think of you (They are the only ones who’s opinion matter), you accept that you are never going to look like Kate Moss (and you don’t mind!!), you know who your true friends are, if your lucky (like I have been) then you will have found a wonderful person to share your life with who loves you because of who you are as well as what you look like and you realise that is is possible to be anything you want to be (and now you have the confidence to go out and get it). I am currently in my early 30′s and am looking forward to growing as a woman….learning more about who I am, feeling more comfortable in my own skin, being a mother and hopefully I will grow into the woman that I have always wanted to be.
I love this poem –
Warning
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman l shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny your necklace is absolutely stunning – Thank you for holding this competition it has been wonderful reading comments from all the amazing women that have visited your site.
C x
I love being a woman because I can cry when I am happy, when I am sad, when I am angry, when I am confuse, when I know I can have babies. I am due soon, about a week more to go with a baby gal and going through a host of emotions. But I welcome these emotions as I learn to be myself as a woman. So I love being a woman just because I am.
Red mary-janes and floral print skirts.
I enjoy the relationships that women share with each other. You can always count on the eyes and ears of another woman to understand your problems and pains. When you struggle to fight back tears, a woman will comfort you best with her soothing words. That same woman will also tell you when your favorite pants have gone way out of fashion. And tell you where the best chocolates can be bought. You can tell her how horrible your date went last night. You can also only gossip with another woman about the hot new co-worker in the office. And then argue over who’ll get him. What I love about being a woman is the bonding I experience and can only share with women.
I love being able to dress feminine, but the main thing is because women are able to have children and there is nothing better than motherhood. :)
The relationships that women have and sustain with one another, are truly profound and are what inspire each day as a woman.
My little dog, Perlita, she is a girl,
she can be the sweetest, softest,
most delicate thing,
and she can be quite the tomboy too!
We can be however we want.
***daughter***grandaughter***sister***mother***grandma***sweetheart***friend to all***
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That is just fine. Force me to feel something that truly runs spotty for me. I just love being a woman . . . because without being a woman I don’t think the authenticity of creation is possible. Yes, there are incredibly creative men, but creation in the most specifically womanly thing that I offer. I create, therefore I am. I have a Max – he is 3 and a half and it is amazing to me that with my husband’s help I created this mischievous, curious, thoughtful, charming, wild, funny and at times outrageous human being. Me, I carried him, had swollen feet for months for him and loved him like a small piece of clay that I gently molded for months. He is now and from the moment he was born, his own and belongs to no one else, but I was his everything for just shy of 9 months and it was and is wonderful. Yes, okay yes, I just love being a woman.
With a lovely pair of x chromosomes
The women hold all the aces
I admire the way they hardly flinch
While tweezing hair from unusual places
LOL jon’s comment! and kudos to the other men that stopped by, that’s great.
everyone, this response in incredible…
keep ‘em coming – you have till monday.
xo
i love being a woman because that is who i was born as and who i am. you should love yourself for who you are and never need to justify it.
i do love the complexity of being a woman. we are beyond comprehension :D
I hope it’s not too late to enter this contest! Here are my thoughts from a purely personal level: I love being a woman because I am a mother to the most awesome little girl – my brave, adventuresome, sensitive hero – Megan.
I love being a woman because it seems that every decade of our lives brings about a new adventure in Mind, Body and Spirit. I remember being a tomboy when I was a little girl, running barefoot through the woods, climbing trees and yelling out to the world (I was a bit on the wild, misbehaving side). I remember entering my teen years and discovering bras and periods and boys and shyness around boys and lots of uncertainty about who I was as woman. My twenties as a woman were exciting. Sex, late nights at University then college, wearing small skirts, dyeing my hair different colours and dancing into the wee hours. Being a woman in my early twenties was all about Freedom and believing that anything was – is – possible in Life. Being a woman in my thirties (that’s where I am now) is even better. It’s true when “they” say that a woman gains confidence as she gets older. I’m more confident now. I have a better idea of who I am now even if I’m still unsure of where I need or want to go or do in my future. I love being a woman now because my friendships with my girlfriends have deepened. We still chat about clothing and movies and what we are doing on the weekend but when we REALLY need to TALK, we do and there’s always a hug or a shoulder or a laugh nearby.
Because we are good at reading people’s minds — sometimes even our own.
twirling in a dress.
I love being a woman because I feel part of a community no matter where I am. A community that feeds the soul and clothes the spirit of those around them.
A community that is strongest when it appears weak. That lasts throughout all time and is bonded by birth and rebith.
As a woman I feel a link with all women, in the ability and desire to create. I’m very glad you choose to share this part of your life with us!
Thank you for offering this contest up and giving us all a moment to reflect on this prompt.
I love being a woman because I had no choice. I was born to be motherly at every age, tender and loving. The possibilities of what I will do are endless, because women break barriers each and every day. Today I am a college grad, tomorrow who knows? I love being a woman because no matter how much you underestimate me, I will always rise to a challenge!
Being a walking contradiction a being ok with that. Looking damn good in a skirt but surprising all the boys with my super research powers and upper body strength. Walking down the hall with my best friend belting out showtunes one moment and questioning why our nose hair keeps getting longer with each passing year the next. Flavored lip gloss. Spa pedicures complete with trashy reading materials. Dancing ‘round the Maypole. Last but not least, NOT having to shift your JUNK around and spit on the ground.
I just found your blog and I love it!
What I love most about being a woman is the absolute unconditional love we develop with our best friends. We seek kindred spirits and we are lucky to find them. Sometimes, we have to let some of them go to Breast Cancer but as a woman, I can spread the word about early detection to other women, my kindred spirits, my best friends.
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I love being a woman, because we are naturally connected to the earth. Men have to plug into us to experience this amazing feeling. tee hee
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I love being a woman because when we sweat it up, we’re not NEARLY as offensive smelling as our male counterparts. Also, we might not be able to pee standing up but we get the nice comfy public washrooms that smell nice and have chairs. Mens washrooms do not have chairs.