I Am

I'm not a stranger to the cruelty and callousness of the human race. Truth be told, none of us are. Each of us could fill pages with stories of the daggers others have thrown into the underbellies of our insecurities. The driving force behind this post is not to solicit empathy or pity, but to raise my voice and make my stand in regards to today's experience, and experiences past. Today I was told that I will make a great mother, but I'm not wife material. After finding my voice following a stunned silence, I asked this man what made him say that? His response? "You lack what it takes to get a man interested, let alone keep him interested." 

People: The problem here isn't that this happened to me. The problem here is that this is happening to boys and girls, men and women, every. single. day. The problem is that our society has become infected with the objectification of the sexes, breeding the ideology that our worth is completely contingent upon whether or not we are "sexy," "hott," or "gorgeous." To this man I say shame on you. Shame on you for trying to encapsulate all that I am, all that I have to offer, in my appearance. How dare you try to limit me by mortal conditions. To this man, I say you have no idea what a wonderful wife I am. I say AM, because everything that makes me wonderful, everything that makes me ME, is what will make me a treasure of a wife. I am fiercely loyal, but maybe you don't want a wife who will never speak ill of you? I am smart, but maybe you don't want a wife who can speak for herself? I am confident and spicy, but maybe you want a wife who lacks goals and ambition. I am beautiful, but maybe you want a wife who cheapens herself with revealing clothing and degrading actions? My mouth is soft and full of kindness, but perhaps you want a wife who speaks vulgarly. I am strong, I am faithful, I love deeply, completely, and thoroughly. I am funny, full of life, vivacious, hard-working, and full of the desire to serve others. So you're right. I'm not YOUR wife material. But I am somebody's wife, and I won't be "material" to him. To him, I'll be his dream, and he will be mine. How. Dare. You. How dare you try to take who I am away from me. How dare you try to stunt my potential. To any man, or woman, who looks upon another and seeks to rob them of who they can become, you should be ashamed of yourself. Love, true love, is seeing the potential in others, seeing what they can become. I know who I am. I am someone's wife, someone's mother, a daughter of God, destined to become a queen.