The boundaries of our true self

We, so called modern women, do everything in our power, every single day, to prove the world how accomplished, independent, self-sufficient beings we are; fighting every day raw battles in every field we step in.

We, never forgetting we're ought to look like divas every second of the day, go from learning how to assemble an excercise machine or do an electrical instalation on our own, to doubling shifts and learning a third languaje while we cook and clean, just to exceed expectations.

We do it all, we try it all, we are everyone: the daughter, the friend, the sister, the collegue, the shoulder to cry on, the fighter, the prisioner, the sinner, the saint, the lady, the tramp...we, by conquering man, rule the world from the depths of our brains, the hights of our heels and the power of our legs.

As strong as we are, as powerful as we may be, there's one place we can never go and come back whole and victorius: that odd, injust and dangerous hole called love.

Love, as that perpetuous moment of insanity, is the reason we Super Girls, willingly and enthusiastically give up our super powers just to be hold by those arms and lost by a passionate kiss.

It only takes one look, one caress, the illusion of protection and comprehention, a pretty face, to forget who we are, what we can do, and where we are going, and turn into a lost, jealous, sad persona; one not even the mirror would recognize.

So we, powerful women who want to remain in control, must learn to keep our "bitch mode" on if we are to let a man (more like a toad, actually) walk by our side. We must hold lines and resist those abs and byceps. We must remember love should refine our lifes, not define them; and that we are the only cause, reason and person in charge of our happiness.

We must never low our guards, acknowledging that love should be our instrument, servant and ally; as the sourrender to it is, in other terms, the abandonment of peace, power and sanity.

Love lies between the worlds of what we want, what we need and what we deserve; love brings down walls and builds bridges to welcome the enemy; love, by turning strong, tempered, determined, succesfull, beautiful woman into ashes, is the last boundary of our true self.