female-empowerment

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

By forgiving others, you consciously cut ties with the negative energies that are binding you.

I cannot ever imagine a time or place in which I will not love you. I am willing to do whatever it takes.

I would give up, but that will teach my kids that it's okay to be a failure and I refuse to ruin their lives like that!

When you make things too easy on someone, you__e giving them a discount on your worth; and this causes them to regard you as inferior.

There__ the feisty bitch I know and love. Now come on, it__ time to show Jai and his prick of a dad who the head poncho is around here._ She said giggling, as I slowly let her go and took a step back.__ead poncho, don__ you mean_?_ I started before she cut me off.__hh, let__ just pretend I didn__ say that. Now shift it missy, it__ arse whooping time. Yeehaaa._ She said, making me burst out into laughter.She was right, it was time I showed them who I am.

I Am Female. Empowered, powerful, and greatness!

Vulnerability along with a sense of humility are the purest forms of strength.

If she is efficient and capable or ambitious, it is assumed that she has failed to find satisfaction as a normal woman, even to the extent of implying a glandular abnormality or sexual perversion.

Girls don't go to law school," I told him."No, but women do.

You won__ shoot me.""People tend to overestimate my character," I say quietly. "They think that because I__ small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can__ possibly be cruel. But they__e wrong.

When they (the men, the scavengers)come for you, do not give yourselfto them so easily.Wear your strength like armour,fight like a beast.Do not let them tell you thatyou belong to them.Be fearless.Be a lion.Be like lava.Rip them apart,and burn their bones.And when you are done,tell the world that you belong to no man.That you are a lady,a warrior,a tsunami, and you belong only to yourself.

More than anything, I began to hate women writers. Frances Burney, Jane Austen, Elizabeth Browning, Mary Shelley, George Eliot, Virginia Woolf. Bronte, Bronte, and Bronte. I began to resent Emily, Anne, and Charlotte__y old friends__ith a terrifying passion. They were not only talented; they were brave, a trait I admired more than anything but couldn't seem to possess. The world that raised these women hadn't allowed them to write, yet they had spun fiery novels in spite of all the odds. Meanwhile, I was failing with all the odds tipped in my favor. Here I was, living out Virginia Woolf's wildest feminist fantasy. I was in a room of my own. The world was no longer saying, "Write? What's the good of your writing?" but was instead saying "Write if you choose; it makes no difference to me.

Our Arab mothers and sisters are suffering from injustices like domestic violence, sexual harassment, child marriages and honour killings, some are still fighting for their right to drive or travel without male custody therefore our powerful Arab media was not only expected to broadcast this particular one of a kind Women__ march it should have held panels to dissect the issues being brought forth in order for the Arab world to better understand that gender equality is not an idea that one believes in, it is a planned movement that requires an enormous effort on the part of both men and women to reach.

Impressionable young students must be given true examples of the Arab woman through her own words. When I say students I do not mean young girls alone for in order to raise a generation that truly believes in gender equality it is the young boys that have to listen first, those boys who will grow up to have female rivals at every stage of their professional careers. In order to foster greater respect for their future interactions as equals at par with each other in every way we must introduce them both to those female thinkers, those female warriors who have fought to create a distinct voice, that voice that emanates from an agony, a sense of injustice and suffocation from years of silence, that no male thinker, no matter how great, can mimic.

The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.

A slut is someone, usually a woman, who__ stepped outside of the very narrow lane that good girls are supposed to stay within. Sluts are loud. We__e messy. We don__ behave. In fact, the original definition of __lut_ meant __ntidy woman._ But since we live in a world that relies on women to be tidy in all ways, to be quiet and obedient and agreeable and available (but never aggressive), those of us who color outside of the lines get called sluts. And that word is meant to keep us in line.

Even though the advocates of feminism gladly use the term to refer to equality between man and woman, the common human brain is not capable of perceiving such equality beyond the gender bias of the very word. It'll be same as using Man to refer to both genders. Hence, the only words suitable in this scenario are Humanism and Human, rather than Feminism and Man.