Guantanamo.- Being a woman is not merely to live in a body. It’s learning from an early age to modulate your voice, to cultivate your tone, to fold your clothes, and also to wield your power when necessary.
That strength isn’t always announced; often it’s managed in silence. Being a woman is learning that the world has a precise measure for you, even if it’s never fully explained.
That you are beautiful, but not too beautiful; that you stand out, but without being intrusive; that you have character, but without being imposing.
That you speak with firmness, but with gentleness. That your talents shine, but not so brightly that they overshadow others.
Every woman carries a memory that isn’t solely her own: inherited gestures, fears that fade away. strengths learned through observation. Being a woman is, also, a continuum.
