Snowflakes. {A blog post from 10.13.18 that still rings true}

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A couple weeks ago...or last week? (Honestly I don't even remember anymore.) My English class was assigned a gender definition essay. We had to either define a woman or a man. But this definition was not meant to be biological. It was meant to be based on character or societies definition of women. For some reason I really struggled with this essay. Most of my opinions on things that are controversial or "hotly debated" are rooted in my faith and perspective on the world/people based off of my belief in God who is loving and a one true creator.

So how do I write this essay? How do I not be controversial while having an argument? How do I have an opinion and voice while avoiding my religious beliefs? How do I truly incorporate my opinion and beliefs in this essay without offending those who disagree?

The answer is simply this. I don't. I can not truly put myself into a piece of writing without referencing the root of who I am. So the night my essay was due my mom and I sat down to edit my essay and we scrapped several of my wordy paragraphs that danced around with words in an effort to "not offend" or not "make it religious". And with her help I rewrote several chunks of my essay to include the influence of a Creator in my definition of a woman and the identity and purpose that woman can find in their creator. 
The one paragraph my mom loved happened to be the one I wrote one afternoon, after swim, no pressure, just my honest thoughts. In this paragraph I compared women to snow. Each unique and beautiful. Yet they shared many similarities such as their molecular structure or the fact that they were all heading to the same place. Individually each snowflake is unique but together they make snow. In the same way I wrote how every woman is unique. But they are each created with several defining characteristics that connect females in a special class of "womanhood". This essay sort of rekindled my love for writing.  

Long before this essay I have always loved to write. I've loved creating stories, magical fantasy worlds, and adventures. I would often narrate my day as though this internal narration were words in a book. And sometime about a year ago I went on this platform and designed a blog. Since then, I have learned a lot more about myself and who I am in Christ and I continue to grow. I have learned a lot more about writing and have collected a lot more memories, experiences, and pictures than are on this blog I originally designed. I have collected a lot more new words too. And since this essay I have been re inspired to write. I have wanted to write a blog for a long time and now I have decided to put my words out there and write one. 

So if you are still here, reading this, thank you for listening. And thanks for being part of my life, my experiences, and the collection of words I have come to put together. I love you all. So here are some words on the world through my eyes.
And P.S. keep being the glittering, beautiful, unique snowflake you were designed to be...xoxo
-Sophirini

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