Now, I’m not against celebrating women, our struggles, successes and how far we have come (and still have to go); but I do take issue with this bizarre need to have one single day a year to acknowledge us. I actually find it quite insulting on so many levels, rather than celebratory. And don’t get me started on Mother’s Day either…that’s equally as insulting.
I don’t need a single day a year to recognise the women around me who inspire me each and every single day.
There’s the incredibly brave and young fellow cervical cancer survivor who will never be able to carry her own child, and yet still keeps going.
The enormously strong mother who continues to fundraise for sick kids and work on a busy maternity unit despite her own miracle baby sadly growing his wings at just 8 months old.
The determined single woman fighting tirelessly to get the law changed so that her and other single women can legally become parents using their own eggs via a surrogate and a sperm donor (I can’t even believe that this is even an issue in this day and age!) She also happens to be a fellow cervical cancer survivor.
The courageous mother who grabbed her kids and fled her abusive ex partner, risking her own life.
And finally the resilient fellow warrior who takes a daily kicking from their own special needs child, and yet gets back up each and every time despite their own chronic health issues.
These are the true women who need celebrating and I feel truly honoured to have them in my life, each and every day. Not once a year.
Amy Griffiths, Well Being Freedom Services Ltd ©