This morning, I opened my dry, puffy eyes, recalled everything that happened over the past few days, allowed the pain of it all to slowly consume me, and then…
And then, I made a promise to myself.
I swore to build my entire financial empire upon the disrespect, aggression, insecurity, violence, objectification, abuse, degradation, invalidation, and toxicity that men use to keep us, as women, down and raise themselves up.
I’m going to turn all my trauma into hard cash, and I’m going to use the very system which oppresses me to do it.
Recently, andfor the first time in my life, I’ve been entertaining the thought of someday having children.
I realize how exciting it would be to pass down my mom’s side’s genes, which “eat all other genes” [coarse, curly, thick hair, muscular thighs, and an undeniable aptitude for the sciences seem inevitable in her family tree]. It would be a treat to have a little one [or two], and see whether they lean towards the sciences and arts, like my mom’s side of the family, or inherit my dad’s side’s business [and also science] savvy.
It would also be heart-warming to dress and style them so that they feel confident and dressed-for-success every day; better yet, I would love to nurture these tiny human beings, as well as their skills, passions, potentials, and ambitions, so that they can make the most of their lives, and hopefully be the best and happiest versions of themselves they can be.