This one is controversial—and writing this is a bold step that I feel compelled to do.
To the girl who is unsmiling, assertive and knowledgeable, but called a bitch for it.
To the girl who is judged for wearing too much makeup, and the girl that is told she needs to look more “like a girl.”
Even the bravest, most independent and accomplished single female I know still gets affected by the Hallmark spectacle that is Valentine’s Day.
I write this while my fitness ball stares at me. Earlier, I was working out at home to burn calories and get to work on the body I want. Let me repeat that: the body I want.
Yes, I’m “retiring” at the age of 33. After working nonstop since 2005 with a career that spanned real estate, telecommunications, retail, beauty and finance industries within the country’s top corporations, I am taking a halt to move with my husband in our new adventure at the Middle East.
This transition has been around too long: from girlfriend to fiance, and then wife.
Before I continue, I must confess that I have for a time expected that the role of wife was not for me. Fiercely independent (to the point of being stubbornly arrogant), I had plotted to be perfectly self-sufficient and defiantly happy even if almost everyone in my world is getting married, having babies, and pompously asking me about my turn.