Beck and call, my ass.

No thank you.

Waiting indefinitely for you to come over?

I don’t think so.

I’ll work on my own life and fancies.

If I don’t have either…I’ll create them.

How have we gone on this long without working on ourselves, ladies?

Seriously.

The time has come to pony up for us, sweet bees.

This isn’t selfish.

In fact, guys might even have more respect for us. 

I get it, I do.

I’m right there with you.

We want d*ck and everything else that’s attached.

We want those bear-like arms, pulling us in tight.

We want to spoon with the motherf*cker.

We want kisses, laughter, snuggles…all of it.

We want security, and reassurance that we’re drop-dead gorgeous.

We want val.i.da.tion.

F*ck. Me 

But honey, there’s more to life and it’s unfair to place our “happiness”

on their already burdened shoulders.

Be relentless in pursuing your own passions.

Discover them. Rediscover them.

Carve out “you time”…”girl time”…”family time”…”alone time” 

What’s really attractive is a woman who knows who she is.

Disney lied to us.

The fairy tale men don’t exist and frankly, we don’t want that. Do we?

We aren’t waiting for someone to save us.

Cuz if we are, we’ll be waiting for a long ass time.

Please don’t get me wrong.

The message isn’t to bulldoze over chivalry,

but we aren’t weak.

Don’t fall into the trap of societal conformity.

Live up to your own standards of beauty,

deem your worth, and define your purpose.

Mix it up however you like. There are no damn rules.

We are fortunate to live in an age of utmost self expression. 

I liken the emptiness we feel to withdrawal symptoms.

We want it like crack cocaine.

Needing it.

Craving it.

It’ll be hard.

You don’t want to say no, I have plans, or I’m busy.

We fear he’ll walk away. He’ll leave us.

My dear, he wasn’t going to stay anyway, don’t you know?

We must hold ourselves up.

Head high and looking at the horizon,

versus down at our phones waiting for that text.

Once we show up for us,

then we can be present for them.

Once we learn how to dance on our own,

then we can do the tango.

Once we learn how to speak,

then we can share our voices from the heart.

The stage 5 clinger no longer.

We lead from the front.

We don’t flake out on our family and friends

for that last minute booty call.

A man will learn to respect you from the get-go.

You’re not a woman on the sidelines.

He can’t get you at a moment’s notice.

He has to earn your time.

He will gladly do all those things. All of it.

Because you have made it abundantly clear –

you don’t need him.

He is in your life because you chose him.

Sex with mutual respect feels so much more delicious.

We bring to the table a chock full of wholesome goodies.

We can enjoy the booty…with or without him.