For the longest time, I thought my sweetness was the best tool I had in my kit.
I was so soft.
I didn’t even know where they kept the chilli when they made me.
Then shit happened and I found my tikka masala.
So for a while, I went from one extreme to the other.
From loving to hating.
From compliments to curses (behind your back of course).
But there is a nice in between territory.
For women like us.
Who want to be firm and want to be sweet.
The sweetness makes us feel weak, unheard, voiceless.
But the firm.
Is a gentle, “Don’t mess with me”.
People don’t show up late to my meetings, when they do, they apologise.
People know not to try and overcharge me.
People know I mean what I’m saying.
I stopped being afraid to say, “Why didn’t this happen?”.
I started saying, “Are you aware that this is overdue?”.
I started saying, “Hahahaha. No, that just won’t happen”.
I started saying, “That is outside of my scope”.
I don’t think I’ll be able to manage that.
That could work for you, but I’d like to know how I fit in.
Firm is the nice in between.
From sugar to spice,
It’s the boundary before you hit the fan.