At night I want to take off my jacket.
Unbutton the buttons.
To throw off this “strength” and just be a woman. Soft. Gentle.
The one who does not explain - but feels. Does not fight - but surrenders. In strong hands.

I am often asked what it is like to be a strong woman?
I answer honestly: tiring.
Being strong means controlling everything. Thinking ahead. Solving problems. Being a support.
But do you know what even the strongest woman dreams of?

For someone to hug her from behind in the kitchen while she makes coffee.
For someone to say: "Relax, I'll solve everything."
So that she sits down and feels like not the main specialist, not a mother, not a support - but just a girl. Her own. The only one.

I'm not afraid to be frank. I'm alive, I love flirting, I love hinting, I love playing.
I can whisper the wildest fantasies in letters - but this will always be part of trust.

Yes, I'm strong. But I dream of being weak.
At least for one. Someone who is not afraid of my strength. And does not abuse my weakness.

And you - would you like such a woman next to you?

With thoughts on this -
Alina 🖤