Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur
By far my favorite selection for this blog post, (so of course this will be a longer paragraph than the others), Milk and Honey is my go-to recommendation for anyone wanting to read a bit of poetry this month. It is a short collection of poetry and sketches that will speak to any woman. The book is split into 4 equal parts, each as important to living as the other. Four separate parts that flow in and out of one another over the course of one’s lifetime, sometimes easy like the thinness of milk, sometimes thick like honey that stays sticky for ages. The first part belongs to the hurting. The most painful part, the first pages exhausting and painful, the part that will make any woman crumble and cry out in empathy and a connectedness to the pain, the universal pain of being a woman. The second section flows into the loving. Turning the hurting into love in the only ways you know how. It is all of you, this strongest force, driving into someone else, with everything, the good, the bad, and the baggage. The loving is a reflection of all that you are, of what you have been taught, of what they have been shown. It is powerful and passionate, brave and frightful. The loving turns into the breaking. The part where things end, but also never really end. The part where you being broken has a profound effect on your ability to keep your head above water. The part where your awareness becomes stronger than the love for minutes, hours, days. You have lost yourself, only to once again start to find yourself again underneath the wreckage. Then lastly and thankfully and maybe the toughest part, the healing. The part where you start to love yourself again despite the way others think you should look, feel, and be. The part where you bloom and find that you are lovely despite how others gage the color of your skin, your stretch marks, and the hair on your body. You are better and healthy and worthy.