"Femininity is an ocean; even if one has both a life jacket and a preserver, the risk of drowning is overwhelming." --Peter Hoeg from The Quiet Girl
Who is she? and where did she go? Although she anticipated this rush of hormones after she finally birthed her little girl, nothing can prepare a body for the upheaval. She noticed how her thoughts roamed around her body, like a caged beast unable to find a way out. She noticed the air outside heated up to 110 degrees, her mother left, and they reared their ugly head.
The night was long and she had been up early and now was weary. Now, she sinks down into the furniture, heavy as two weeks ago. All four of hers slumber. She brushes off the day's demons with the crumbs on the couch then inspects them and cries quickly before the youngest starts to stir. Then she must strip and feed.
Love makes us equal. That is why, I think, a woman MUST be loved even in all her masks--the gentle, the funny, the beautiful, and the evil. She must be loved to bring her back to a level plane where people and things survive through it all. By being loved she will survive. By loving, she survives.