WOMEN'S HAND

My grandmother — mother of nine, the backbone of our family through the hardships of war and poverty — is a woman of quiet strength. Small-boned and slim in figure, she is nonetheless towering in presence. With a devilish sense of humor and an unshakable sense of style, she has remained resilient in the face of every hardship. She still wears humility on her sleeves, honest and unafraid. She turns 90 this year, carrying her family, her sense of self, her history on her small, firm hands.

My grandmother — mother of nine, the backbone of our family through the hardships of war and poverty — is a woman of quiet strength. Small-boned and slim in figure, she is nonetheless towering in presence. With a devilish sense of humor and an unshakable sense of style, she has remained resilient in the face of every hardship. She still wears humility on her sleeves, honest and unafraid. She turns 90 this year, carrying her family, her sense of self, her history on her small, firm hands.

Here's to the ones who identify as a woman, or identify with womanhood and all of its feminine glory, despite its disadvantage position in social system. whether all their lives or at periods. Those who decide with full agency, against all odds, how to present themselves, who pick and choose what to hold close, what to carry on, and what to leave behind. Those who know how to protect and preserve, whose hands push boundaries like boulders, nails intact.