$ Get your own fucking bag $

I am writing this blog randomly because I feel really passionate about the constant narrative being preached to women. It’s literally all I hear about. From music to television to overhearing convos around me, there are so many women talking about the same damn thing. Getting in a “his” bag.

What this means is getting a dude that has money. Getting a dude to buy you something. Getting a dude to trick. I have an issue with this because its constantly being pushed into the mindset of younger women. The focus is not on “your bag” but rather his.

Side note: I am not here to judge or tell anyone what they should think, feel or do. I am really passionate about women empowerment and I just feel like this narrative could potentially be holding us back. My blog is about my thoughts and opinions and just like everyone else. I am sometimes wrong. I’m open to learning and just want to understand human nature. That is all.

Okay anyway, where was I. Oh. “YOUR BAG”

There are so many women that make money nowadays. I am proud of us. I love how we have taken control of our bodies and we are free and empowered to be independent. The only problem I feel that we face is the narrative of finding a man to take over these responsibilities. The thing is, I know men are aware of it too. They can sense the power. They can sense that we are independent until… Until we meet a man and get in his bag. With the power comes control. I see women staying in situationships, relationships and marriages because of one thing. Money. The respect is gone, the love is gone but the money is still there. So with that the relationship stays. Imagine more women not solely focused on a dude’s money over their own. What else could he impress them with? Maybe quality time, respect and love?

If I don’t know anything, I know with money, comes power and with power comes control. I don’t know about you, but I love control. I like to partially control the way my life goes and the way people treat me. I like to be able to buy what I want, go where I want and do what I want on my own accord. I don’t have to wait on shit. I don’t want for shit. This took a long time of working my ass off but I never would have worked so hard if my focus was on someone else’s money.

My personal experience with someone else’s bag was envy. In my broke days, I envied men with money. I was like damn. I love his car. I want one. I love his house. I want one. At first it was envy and then it turned into motivation. I think this mentality got me to where I am today. I saw what men had and wanted the same for myself. I wasn't looking borrow it. I wanted my name on it.

Let me clear this up. There is nothing wrong with wanting your partner to be well off. But there IS something wrong with forgetting about yourself. What is your back up? What do you have it he falls, struggles or disappears. What are you bringing to the table? Are you his child or are you his partner? What will you teach your daughter? What do you want her to strive for?

Okay this is getting too deep. I think it’s time for a glass of wine. Btw this was all a rant. Please excuse the typos.

Let me know your thoughts as always.

Ciera

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