I’m a scary woman.

And in my eyes, that’s a good thing. A damn good thing. I have qualities that make me like no other woman. No other young woman to specify. I’m 21 and I am strong. I am ahead of myself and my time and that makes me scary.

I am a force to be reckoned with. I am in school. Making money. Paying my bills. Traveling. Planning my future. I know what I want, but I know how to wait. That’s scary. I’m patient. I know what I’m capable of and I know where I’ll be going.

Things get in my way all the time, that’s okay, because I take them on and take them down. But the most scary of all is that I learn from them. I learn from my mistakes, and I come back from them better than ever. I come back smarter. I come back more mature. I come back without showing the effects my past has made on me. I know how to move on. Some things take longer than others, but hey I’m still human. I work on my own.

I’m a scary woman.

I have a mind and body you can’t beat, touch, or compare to. They are my own. I made them what they are. I’m no genius or super model and I know that… I don’t want to or need to be because I am scary enough as myself. I am more real as myself.

I’m a scary woman.

I am versatile. I can go to talking to you about school or business to sports and stats. And that’s scary because not many women know and love sports like I do. No woman can be feminine and masculine at the same time. It’s beautiful to be a tomboy because I may look like a girl in my dresses and sweaters with my makeup done, but drop a dime on my team and I’ll jabber right back at ya. I have comebacks upon comebacks backed up before you even drop a line on me. I am witty. I am quick. And depending on our conversation I’ll either have you laughing out of you seat or have had your mind blown or have put you in your place… or perhaps all of the above.

I’m a scary woman.

I am worldwide. I want to travel. I want to see places. I want my vacations. I want to have my own money and enough on it to pick up everything and go to new places. I am not set. I am not stuck. I am rebellious to anybody else’s standards. I am a scary woman. I know how to be on my own. I put myself first. I don’t need a man to provide for me. That’s the last think I want. I want someone who supports me and we supports each other, as whole individuals. I don’t even want to meet anyone until I am fully set with myself. Out of school, with my degree, in my job, in my career, in my own place… In. My. Own Life. First. Most men my age now don’t even know how to handle a woman like me. A woman who is ready. A woman who is set. A woman with goals. An education. A job where she makes money and can provide for her schooling, her car, her daily livings and occasional excursions. Who pushes herself to the limit. Is well rounded. Is good with parents, kids, all ages. I know I’m wife material. Doesn’t have to be now or within the next few years, but when I let someone into my life, I give them my all because I want to see an honest commitment if we can possibly be right for each other. No games. Straight to the point. And that’s scary.

What makes me scarier by saying all of this is that I am not a feminist.

Not in the slightest bit. I am an individual. In any of my stances, political or not, I do what is best for me. As an individual. Not just as a woman. I don’t care that men make more money; I make more of myself by working harder, and feeling content and accomplished that I know I work harder. That I am better. Money means nothing when I am working in a place that I truly love and truly feel welcomed and appreciated. I don’t need to march for my rights because I know them; they are right in front of my face any time I need to turn to look at them. That may piss other women off, but that’s what makes me scary… because I don’t care. I don’t care what others think. I don’t care if you think I’m standing against you or other women. I stand for me and myself only. I make my own choices and I make my own future that’s why I will continue to do everything I am doing now and more and whatever happens, happens… but I know I will make sure that I myself… am more than okay.

I have more where that came from. I have more to offer. More things I am and am capable of… And that’s scary. I’m a scary woman and damn proud of it.