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Well, I've had the jouranling done for this one since August! Someone in my circle journal group (Shelby I think) originally had chosen “what it means to be a woman” for your CJ topic and then changed it. I already had the journaling done though so I've saved it since then! Thanks to Shelby (I think, lol) for motivating me to do the page.<br><br>The red part of the title is pronted on the white cardstock and the journaling is printed on a transparency over it. Excuse the not-so-pretty pictures of me!<br><br>Journaling reads:<br>Growing up, I was what you might call a tomboy. In elementary school, I played softball and climbed trees. Having a rambunctious, very athletic brother probably exacerbated things. In fact, now I think that I used my prideful tomboyishness as a defense mechanism…being teased for being one of the last girls to wear a bra was pretty terrible although now I realize that very few of the girls actually needed a bra! Throughout high school and college I looked on with disdain at the girls who required three hours to prepare for school or a “mall crawl”…granted, there was one year that I tried to be one of those girls…I couldn't maintain it though, I valued my sleep too much. Besides, I still didn't fit in with that group despite my best efforts. I was friends with many of them but never was I an integral part of the clique. Now, I am much older…as I approach the 10th anniversary of my high school graduation, I'm still rather lackadaisical in my attempts to be “girly.” I don't paint my nails or style my hair (unless a ponytail counts for styling!) I don't carry a purse and my standard attire is jeans and a t-shirt. And yet, there are those rare occasions when dressing up seems the way to go - not just because the occasion warrants it but just because I feel like it. Sometimes, I want to be beautiful; for myself, for my husband, to re-assert my oft-forgotten femininity. It doesn't happen often but when it does, I guess it recharges my womanly batteries. I suppose to me, being a woman means having the opportunity to be strong, liberated and opinionated…having the freedom to distance myself from the stereotypical female roles. It also means having the ability to express my soft and feminine side without being called out for altering my appearance and demeanor. Being a woman means having the opportunity to be whomever you want to be.<br><br>Most important to me though, being a woman means having the privilege to bear children. It also means not caving in to the expectation to have children if they don't fit into your life plans. Women have the ultimate choice and awesome responsibility of determining for themselves and their families if children are in their future. I chose to have children and I haven't regretted the decision for a moment. I hope to raise my children, both boys and girls, to be respectful of all women. Fortunately, I have a husband that has the utmost respect for me. He is an incredible role model for my son. I intend to teach my daughter(s) to have respect for themselves and to carry themselves with pride and confidence. I can only hope to be as good a model for my children as my parents have been for me.<br><br>A long time ago, I was envious of the boys…they appeared to be so carefree and I often wished I had been born a boy. Now I realize that both sexes face equal, if not similar, challenges. I am beyond happy to finally be comfortable in my own skin. In my estimation, the true measure of success in life.<br><br>The quote (in white under the pics) reads:<br>I wish I'd known from the beginning that I was born a strong woman. What a difference it would have made! I spent so much of my life cowering. How many conversations would I have started but finished if I had known I possessed a warrior's heart? I wish I'd known that I'd been born to take on the world; I wouldn't have run from it for so long, but run to it with open arms. <Sarah Ban Breathnach><p>TFL!<p>.
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