This is a letter to any woman who’s lucky enough to live life day by day with a cape draped around her neck, surrounded by a cluster of extraordinary people who’ve chosen to place their trust in you.
This person needs help editing their paper, this friend needs consoling because her and her boyfriend are in a fight, this friend is on the verge of an anxiety attack, and your mom just called asking for help with her computer.
It’s not just you going about your day and making tiny sacrifices for the people you care about. It’s sewing a giant ’S’ to your chest and wearing it beneath every outfit. It’s taking chunks and pieces of your heart and handing them out everyday. It’s your feelings attached to their feelings, because if someone else is off, then you are too.
You stop everything you’re doing at the drop of a hat to be there for someone that you care about. Going through your own issues? It doesn’t necessarily matter here, Superwoman, because someone else needs your attention just a little more.
One of the best things about you is your heart of gold. It’s full of scribbled, crumpled papers, and scrapped mistakes, but it’s beating and glowing and yearning to share its light with others. It's kind and it's wise and it knows how to choose who to spend time with, because one of your many super powers on this planet is plucking out the best souls and binding yourself to them.
Sometimes we come across other souls with superpowers, too. Fellow superwomen like ourselves. Healers, intellects, creators. But perhaps what you need the most is a soul with x-ray vision: one who sees through the strength of your skin and bones and into your overworked heart. This particular superpower allows them to see how fast your heroic heart is beating and how much sleep you’ll be needing to catch up from all of this flying around and healing.
This is a soul that we will all find eventually. A protector. Because while you spend your time soaring around so fast that you become invisible to the naked eye, you will need someone to take care of that fluttering heartbeat, Superwoman. And this is the sign that you need to let them.
Let the weight of the world fall upon your shoulders, because this is all that you know. Selflessness runs through your veins and a blood transfusion is simply out of the question when the people you love need your time and energy. On the few nights that you spend wishing that the rest of the world’s problems would stop dunking your own beneath the water’s surface, however, be your own Superwoman.
Collect your own pieces. Stay where you are. Turn your phone off. Let the protector rub your shoulders, easing some of the world’s heaviness off of your back. Pour yourself a cup of tea, get some rest, and take on the world tomorrow.
Sincerely,
A Fellow Superwoman
