Quotes About Femininity

She wondered, briefly, if she was beautiful, decided she was and blew a kiss to her reflection

No hay mujeres tímidas. Detrás de un parpadeo aparentemente tímido solo se oculta su simpleza

If you're too embarrassed and want to hide behind your computer screen, that's what this is for. It's about building confidence and that's what U by Kotex does. Girls owning their bodies and health.

A Turk for toughness, for hands that never tire; An Indian for her rounded bosom bursting with milk; A Persian for her tight crotch and her coquetry; An Uzbeg to thrash as a lesson for the three.

Sometimes she even wore cardigans, what she felt women wore when their sex life was over.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.

In the case of Ellen West], whatever chance the woman might have had to grow and to express herself will now have vanished. For her obsession with her body is, fundamentally, an expression of violence towards her soul.

The girl anchors the stage, sucks in the male gaze, and, depending on who she is, throws her own gaze back out into the audience.

Back then, and even now, I wonder: Am I "empowered"? If you have to hide your hypersensitivity, are you really a "strong woman"? Sometimes another voice enters my head, shooing these thoughts aside. This one tells me that the only really good performance is one where you make yourself vulnerable while pushing beyond your familiar comfort zone. I liken it to having an intense, hyper-real dream, where you step off a cliff but don't fall to your death. Though

Women's lib does not mean imitating men's worst qualities just so we can lower ourselves and be equal to them.

Women are really much nicer than men: No wonder we like them.

To attract boyfriends, American girls pretend they are women, while Japanese women pretend they are girls.

In direct confrontation, the [Japanese] women might yield like blades of grass -- and spring back just as quickly. One of them compared this flexibility to the Vietcong guerrillas…

But first, a wave of laughter rising from the two women who visually embrace each other, as women do, who can talk at the ring of a doorbell about underwear, & breasts, & menstrual cycles, & the women connect, & can fall into each other lives and arms so quickly.

Whatever any of them thinks about who she was, or what happened, or why people do what they do, is just absolutely fine & dandy, as long as they have a good time, do it with a kind heart, & pay homage in a respectful way to the Goddesses that have gone before them.

Immeasurable space. Closeness. The shortest distance between two women.

Her unusual dark hair and sultry eyes made her stand out--- Anne Boleyn was Tudor England's Angelina Jolie amid a sea of Reese Witherspoons.

OH!" KATE GRUNTED as she sat down behind her desk. "My side is killing me. I'm ovulating, I think. That sucker must be huge." "Must we discuss?" Jon asked. "Man up, weenie boy," Kate said. "You man up, Venus Williams," Jon replied. "I'm a gay home-ec teacher. I never have to man up. I never will man up. As God is my witness, I'll never man up again.

Yes. So Rachel can enjoy that for years to come, because what woman doesn't fret over this? After all, don't we all walk around with mirrors in our panties, making sure our labia looks plump enough? I try to fix my face, but I'm fairly sure my disgust shows.

The sand and the sea bowed to her glory; reveling in her presence and soaking up her beauty.

I'm at the mall the other day and there's a 'brow bar.' To get your eyebrows shaped inside the makeup department. Right by the door where everyone is coming and going, can you imagine? There is no feminine mystique left. Remember how we were taught not to have our Mary Janes so polished that a boy could see up our dresses? Now they wear their underwear instead of clothes. No need for boys to peek any longer.

Some women are meant to be rescued and romanced. Others, like me, are meant to take notes.

Unfortunately, 'chick flick' has become a term to describe most movies that I don't even like. They're these movies that, yes, have women in them but they really don't reflect who women are, and there's something kind of silly or shallow or gossipy about them.

I know better than most men that she is a conglomerate of skin, blood, tissue, bones, muscles and nerves, but only look how nicely arranged.