You don’t see her.
You see …
A cashier
A bank teller
A teacher
An officer
A cook
A supervisor
A millworker.

You don’t see
The weight she carries
The catcalls she ignored
The bodies pushed against her “accidentally”
The condescension
The mansplaining
The never-ending advice
The jokes
All the damn jokes.

But we see her.
Not only her position
But all she endured
And endures
To get
And keep her job
Simply because
We are
The other women.

On this International Women’s Day, let us recognize all of her, all of us, and all we endure, named and unnamed.

The journey continues …
 

I love you!
HUGSSSSSSSS
Sandi