I paint a lot of women.
And the more I do it the more I realise how much strength women actually carry through life. The stuff we go through. The things we rebuild from. The way we keep showing up even when it would honestly be easier not to.
It’s not always the loud kind of strength either. Quite often it’s the quiet kind.
The kind that keeps going. The kind that slowly backs herself a bit more. The kind that eventually starts taking up her space in the world. I think that gets easier as you get older {and wiser}.
But {and it’s a big one} I also don’t think strength means having it all together all the time. You’re allowed to wobble. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed. You’re allowed to not be okay for a bit. That’s part of being human too. And we need to continue in all our humanness. We are not robots.
Having friends and safe people to do that with is super important. So my wish is that youdo. I struggled with this for so long and still do to be honest. I am a work in progress 