Have you noticed how from the moment we are born we are given names. Descriptions that bare the weight of expectations placed onto tiny shoulders that cannot yet hold up the weight of the body they have? As we grow those name, those descriptions they grow in number and become heavier too.
Placed upon our shoulders is the weight of every person we care about. We, as females, are charged with caring for them all. This is what the world expects from us. Perfection is what we try to force from ourselves on behalf of everyone else. Often we loose ourselves in the fray, always expected to make it work, sort it out, fix it, listen, empathize, understand and so much more.
Yet for all of this, when we have little left to give; when the weight becomes to much and our hardened shells crack, letting out a little of what we ourselves feel, we are told we're over emotional, dramatic, To just calm down, it's not such a huge deal.
Except that it is... While we are everything for everyone, more often than not we are alone in our burdens. So while we give others what they need to be okay; we do not get the same in return.
See, being a good woman is the thankless job that society has given us...