Yes, I am a strong woman. Unapologetically so. Genuine. No pretence.
Indeed, I am intense.
For Ive never struggled to say precisely what I think,
or express what I feel, and I do it wholeheartedly.
I let my passion show.
I trust my instincts. I follow my heart. Ive never much cared for outward appearanceswhat truly matters to me is who I am inside.
Always, I listen to my heart.
Ive never been bothered by how I look
its my character that counts.
I am, after all, a woman shaped by life:
by hopes, disappointments, joys, sorrows, triumphs and stumbles.
No holding back.
No half-truths.
No false faces.
I cant abide anything done by halves
with me, its all or nothing.
Sometimes I am gentle,
other times, resolute.
I can offer a warm embrace
and defend myself even more fiercely.
I always lived to the fullest.
I never reined myself in for fear of idle gossip.
I do not play roles.
I refuse to shrink myself just to be liked.
Many have called me odd, maybe a touch mad, far too emotional.
But perhaps the real issue is not my intensity,
but the courage they lack,
to live their lives to the brim,
in all their vivid splendour.
Not everyone knows how to love the unconventional.
Not everyone cherishes what is genuine.
Very few can withstand a love given freely, without caution or fear.
But I can.
And I would never choose to be anyone else.
