A warrior stands on the top of dark ash, sweaty and tired. She lost but she is not defeated. Her hope and determination is now greater than ever.
Warriors are women who stand up against sexual abuse and domestic violence.
Warriors are single mothers who work two jobs to feed their children.
Warriors are leaders and artists who push the status quo so a new voice is heard.
Warriors are young girls who demand that their societies educate them.
I do not think of myself as a warrior, rather a woman who has been granted a lot in life and doesn’t understand true struggle. Who am I to suffer, I say as I am suffering. My demons are not physical, but rather internal and often self-imposed.
Yet, they bring me to my knees with fear and they make me doubt who I am. Sometimes, I think that they will win. But, like the warriors, my soul must be bigger. I must slay these inner foes so that I can be the person who makes a real difference, the person the world needs me to be. I must undo the years of self-doubt and criticism to become the authentic version of myself.
To do this, I must be a warrior. I am a warrior.