Hear me roar

"That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?"

While Sojourner Truth may have been speaking on behalf of women of color when she delivered this speech at the Women's Convention in 1851, the words still ring true today. Only today, I'm also thinking about what makes us "women" instead of "girls".

I'm proud to be a woman. I understand how we've created two genders and you must fit into a box to be accepted by mainstream society but I'm not talking about that; this isn't about ciswomen or transwomen. It's about identifying as "woman". But if we who identify don't call ourselves women, we're doing a disservice to ourselves and to our past and future.

When do we stop being girls? And why do fully-grown, adult women choose to call themselves "girls" (or as one particular woman self-titles, "Lady Gurl", as if adding lady and changing from an 'i' to a 'u' makes it any better or any more urban, and urban I am not, having grown up in small town rural Wisconsin and now living in small town rural Vermont)? Are we not proud to be women? 

I'm a few days away from being 32. My body has been through a lot - more than the "girl" in me has been through. It's done things, and had things done to it, physically and sexually that are well beyond girlhood. I'm certainly more experienced and worldly today than I ever was as a "girl". I bleed, happily and proudly, each month, an honor of what my body can do and a sign of its powerful importance in and connection to the world. When I can no longer bleed, I'll be a crone - a wise woman reborn into a new power not to be overlooked. 

Then there are the practicalities of being mature. I own a house. I have a career. I own a car. I pay down my debt each month. I make decisions about travel, what dentist to use, what therapist to see. I’ve smartened up about my birth control and sexual partners. As a girl, this would not have been possible for me.

As a woman, I see the world in a different light. And I want to be seen differently. As a girl, I needed protection and comfort in a way that I don't need today. I needed someone to provide for me. I had a naiveté about the world. I was more vulnerable than I am now and certainly nowhere near as wise or experienced.

I don't know exactly what it is women like about referring to other women - or themselves - as "girls". Of course it's fun to throw around sometimes, casual and with fewer expectations for adulthood or responsibility... a la "Girls night out!" or Beyonce - "Who run the world (girls!)" But embracing being a woman is something we should wear with honor and pride. In a world where everything and everyone is labeled, I own that label, like I own the label of Feminist. I am a Woman Feminist. I may be a woman who is trans, I may be a woman who has entered menopause, I may be a mother, or I may have chosen not to be a mother. I may be a woman who is not able to be a mother. I may be a woman who is educated in academia or educated by experience. I may be a woman who is not a feminist. I may be a woman who is married to a man, married to a woman, or married to someone who does not prescribe to the binary code. I may be white, black, brown, yellow, or albino. My hair may be short or long, cropped and bobbed or a curly mess. I may have no head hair. I may have breasts large or small, or none at all. I have pubic hair; that is one sexual trend that makes no sense. As a girl, I was bare down there. But as a woman, I have pubic hair and I leave it there (many women forget that it's there for a reason). We shouldn't shave our pubic hair to please men. Men shouldn't want to have sex with a woman whose sex organs look like adolescent and women should not buy into that fantasy. It's a dangerous slope. 

I am a woman and that is the only label I really need. I will one day be a lady. Before I was a woman, I was a girl. But I'm not a girl anymore. I've outgrown that, as I've outgrown lacy ankle socks and pretty pink bow tie hair clips and Barbie dolls and the label of "tomboy"- a label that says, "You're girl by gender but you don't act a certain way so we don't know what to do with you so we'll call you a mock-boy". Growing up, strong women surrounded me and I admired them and emulated them. They were quiet pillars of strength in a time when women were fighting for equality. That has carried on in me. 

I don't need anyone to lift me over puddles or open doors for me. I can dress myself, think for myself, express my opinions, travel alone, use my right to vote, drive a car. I embrace my sexuality and I respect the power of my body and mind.

Let's embrace it together. Let's embrace this label of Woman. I am woman, hear me roar. When I was a girl, I wanted to be that woman, to be heard and seen and respected and valued in a way that a girl isn't. Maybe the transition happens when entering menarche, maybe it is moving out of your parents' house, or maybe it isn't until your 20's. But I've been in womanhood for quite some time. Teach girls that it's okay to be a woman. There is a role of being a girl and there is a role for being a woman. And there are roles for being a crone. We need them all and all have incredible wealth to share and receive and heal and transform. 

As we leave Women's History Month, the one month to recognize all of the incredible women throughout our history - those silent and those vocal - don't shy away from it. Whether by choice or by birth or by spiritual connection, being a woman is not something to be ashamed of but something to celebrate, embrace. Let’s claim it, and reclaim it. 

“In the red tent, the truth is known. In the red tent, where days pass like a gentle stream, as the gift of Innana courses through us, cleansing the body of last month’s death, preparing the body to receive the new month’s life, women give thanks — for repose and restoration, for the knowledge that life comes from between our legs, and that life costs blood."