Being female doesn’t mean that you have to act like a girl or a women. It doesn’t mean that you have to be cute or sexy. You can wear sweats and get fat, if you want to. Being female means that you accept people for who they are, have a nuturing personality and have boobs.
Art
Females are wonderful. I love the way they look, the way they dress, and speak. They seem so graceful and i wish that i could be like them sometimes. I like their soft voices, the way they’ll comfort you when you’re sad, calm you when you’re angry.
Noah
The female was crouched at the back of the cage, fur bristling and a low growl at her lips. Her pale yellow eyes followed my every movement as I prepared the syringe.
What is it that make them so sweet?
It is the question of a generation and forever that this race will exist,
their beauty is history
A quagmire that has always perplexed us and will continue to as long as we fall in love,
as long as boys chase girls.
Sometimes I just think
Why are females so beautiful?
I might be one of them, I might know their secrets,
but I will always wonder and stare in amazement
How do they do it?
Why does there body sing a song of elegance?
When you think about it, they are much more than ‘parts’,
they are beauty, they are art, they are all that is joy and love
Girls. Girls. Girls.
Tell us why you are so perfect?
Ivory MacCracken
Life. Birth. Emotions. Stress. Me. Why does female have to be defined with male within the word? Is it necessary?
The wasn’t much time left and she was rummaging through her bag, looking for the item. Being the typical female, her handbag was over-sized and over-stuffed with objects that could be used for any purpose. The problem was actually locating them when she needed them.
ok, let’s admit it: we all honestly believe girls are ore intresting than guys. I do. well, except for the fashion and makeup parts. other than that, I’d take the company of women over men any day of the week. honestly, girls are alot deeper.
As a young female the world is seen with in the gaze of the other. She is always looked at, gawked at as if under a magnifying glass. Is she good enough? She must be pretty, thin, and well made up. If she is not then she must not be considered female.
God only knows what they think. what i think. what we think together. there are too many ideas, secrets, dreams inside this hair. hair I wash too much with too much hair dye staining the roots.
What a blessing for a shower.
Margot
Well I’m one of them. Its a blessing and a curse! Men will never understand. But they do try sometimes. Just know that without us men wouldn’t be here.
Karen
One day a lovely female woke up and finally realized what has been going on in her life. She has lost her love and doesn’t mind. She is in love with her best friend, but doesn’t know if it is in a friendly way. When she wakes she realized she is lesbiand?
Kaylee
Single female. How many times have I filled out a form with that information? Why do they all want to know? It’s so easy to forget. And yet every time I check that box, I feel alone. Boxed in by it and all its cliches.
girls are dumb and I just did this but did it wrong so I can’t do it the same way again so I’ll just have to do it again. females don’t know what the hell they’re doing they need to wise up. I’m telling you girls could be so much cooler if they would just think but instead they’re just hoes and thats not ok how can anybody respect you when you dont respect yourself huh?
jackie
The female gender is strong. Physically, yes, but mentally we take control of every situation to make a greater outcome. The female has a sneaky sense of encouragement but a powerful sense of strength. The female knows exactly what she wants and she sure as hell is going to do whatever it takes to get it. The female is headstrong and very confident. We know we have to be strong but we know its okay to be wrong.
jess
The female strutted out onto the catwalk and all eyes turned to her. At the most renowned fashion show in the world, it was essential for Annabeth not to mess up this gig. Of course, one second after the thought crossed her mind, the hem of her flowing skirt caught on her heels, and she plunged straight into another pit of utter embarrassment.
Sometimes, it really sucks being female in this society.
People are always underestimating you, underestimating your strength and intelligence.
Plus, there are so many double standards.
For example, if a man slept around, people would congratulate him.
But if a woman were to do that, derogatory comments are thrown her way.
Why is that?
It is what society makes my out to be. Society says most females must be delicate, classy, elegant and once they are old enough must be married and become a housewife. Well what society says is wrong.
Her eyes shone so bright, they could put the stars to shame. Her lips plump and red as always came closer and closer to me as the gently caressed my collar bone.
InnocentButDeadly
me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me
one direction girl!
girls with a bunch of knowledge and such….lioness, sow, girl, woman, wife, me, my sisters, marriage, love, they are the building blocks of our society. life without them is impossible. the angle fish can actually change genders if it is next in line for dominance……fun fact xD …….we ROCK!!!!!! a lioness hunts for the males…..guys need us to remember EVERYTHING for them xD we can multitask
Krystyna
Lol this is a funny word to write about. The way females think confuses me. I don’t like it. Pratyush hates it. Boo.
the most beautiful experience in the world, really, whether you are attracted to them or not, they have a certain magic sway that enables them to enter the hotel of your heart for free, dine in the finest of restaurants and keep the penthouse apartment forever. the only thing other than music that i cannot do without.
Bromanoph
It’s something you’ve always been told you were, like human or alive or quiet.
But, see, people look at you as something otherworldly sometimes, like you don’t know how to fit in, how to do things the right way, so human’s kind of a loose-fitting word, and alive, alive, how do you define alive in a labyrinth of cubicles, in the prison of an endless class period, in the hallways that are too loud and bright and changing, constantly changing, so many people- is this alive? And quiet, quiet’s just a word for “I don’t know you yet,” for not being sure if people will listen to the stars in your eyes or the castles you build up in the sky, not for any reason, just because they’re pretty and you like them.
And, well, what with so many things you are but you aren’t, you start to wonder about “female”, too.
Color blanches from her cheeks almost as quickly as it rushed there in the first place. “Oh no.”
“What?” I ask, disconcerted. Her hands tremble and slowly, very slowly, she turns to show me the severed end of the cord.
“What if the one we killed wasn’t a female?”
Female is what I am. I am female. Girls are feminine and give birth to children. They are stereotypically emotional beings. The opposite to male. In the animal kingdom, they are the mothers, they care for the young and feed the family.
rubee
i am a female . it is a gender. it is generally used as a biology term. when i think of it. i think biology. i dont think of a stereotypical girl though. Like. i dont know what i think of
Oh, the glorious female.
It is not far from the truth to say that everything that goes, everything that stops, everything that moves, grows, bottoms out, or tops, is in some way linked, tied, connected, to the differences between the different sexes.
Landon
I am a female. I don’t understand why we have to be so complicated.. We are like another species or something. I’m not complaining. Being a female has so many advantages.
jamika
the female form. a thing of beauty. THE thing of beauty which all others are judged. the thing we all strive to appease.
She was powerless when she was in a room full of men she didn’t. A room full of women – she was fierce. She could look them up and down and know that she was probably better than them. She didn’t care what she looked like. Maybe she did. Not really. But she did know that she was smarter than all of them. And the sex she got at home had to be better than what they were facing when they got home to their pathetic lives. Boyfriends with stupid names like “Zach” and “Tyler.”
I am a female. I am strong and needy. I am sensible and spontaneous, happy on the outside and a mess on the inside. I feel beautiful every day and blessed to be a female. I wouldn’t want to be anything else.
Allie
amazing. god’s gift to earth. sexy as fuck. complicated at times but worth it. always in the mind.
WC
The woman stood there, looking at the light blue pure sky, eating a green granny smith apple. She was dancing around with bare feet, humming a song from the church hymnbook the church Her knitted orangy red dress swished and rolled in the waves of air, wisping through the green tinted valleys. She had brown hair, with a blond streak tucked between her ear, bouncing as she turned to me. Her lips, painted the same color of her gown, spread out in a grin immediately.
Being female doesn’t mean that you have to act like a girl or a women. It doesn’t mean that you have to be cute or sexy. You can wear sweats and get fat, if you want to. Being female means that you accept people for who they are, have a nuturing personality and have boobs.
Females are wonderful. I love the way they look, the way they dress, and speak. They seem so graceful and i wish that i could be like them sometimes. I like their soft voices, the way they’ll comfort you when you’re sad, calm you when you’re angry.
The female was crouched at the back of the cage, fur bristling and a low growl at her lips. Her pale yellow eyes followed my every movement as I prepared the syringe.
What is it that make them so sweet?
It is the question of a generation and forever that this race will exist,
their beauty is history
A quagmire that has always perplexed us and will continue to as long as we fall in love,
as long as boys chase girls.
Sometimes I just think
Why are females so beautiful?
I might be one of them, I might know their secrets,
but I will always wonder and stare in amazement
How do they do it?
Why does there body sing a song of elegance?
When you think about it, they are much more than ‘parts’,
they are beauty, they are art, they are all that is joy and love
Girls. Girls. Girls.
Tell us why you are so perfect?
Life. Birth. Emotions. Stress. Me. Why does female have to be defined with male within the word? Is it necessary?
The wasn’t much time left and she was rummaging through her bag, looking for the item. Being the typical female, her handbag was over-sized and over-stuffed with objects that could be used for any purpose. The problem was actually locating them when she needed them.
ok, let’s admit it: we all honestly believe girls are ore intresting than guys. I do. well, except for the fashion and makeup parts. other than that, I’d take the company of women over men any day of the week. honestly, girls are alot deeper.
As a young female the world is seen with in the gaze of the other. She is always looked at, gawked at as if under a magnifying glass. Is she good enough? She must be pretty, thin, and well made up. If she is not then she must not be considered female.
God only knows what they think. what i think. what we think together. there are too many ideas, secrets, dreams inside this hair. hair I wash too much with too much hair dye staining the roots.
What a blessing for a shower.
Well I’m one of them. Its a blessing and a curse! Men will never understand. But they do try sometimes. Just know that without us men wouldn’t be here.
One day a lovely female woke up and finally realized what has been going on in her life. She has lost her love and doesn’t mind. She is in love with her best friend, but doesn’t know if it is in a friendly way. When she wakes she realized she is lesbiand?
Single female. How many times have I filled out a form with that information? Why do they all want to know? It’s so easy to forget. And yet every time I check that box, I feel alone. Boxed in by it and all its cliches.
I am women , hear me
R A W R ~
How many chicks are you kissing at midnight? Hah, happy new year.
Female object. Stricken by a blow. His fist against her skin. His words against her spirit. All to be loved. But never to love.
girls are dumb and I just did this but did it wrong so I can’t do it the same way again so I’ll just have to do it again. females don’t know what the hell they’re doing they need to wise up. I’m telling you girls could be so much cooler if they would just think but instead they’re just hoes and thats not ok how can anybody respect you when you dont respect yourself huh?
The female gender is strong. Physically, yes, but mentally we take control of every situation to make a greater outcome. The female has a sneaky sense of encouragement but a powerful sense of strength. The female knows exactly what she wants and she sure as hell is going to do whatever it takes to get it. The female is headstrong and very confident. We know we have to be strong but we know its okay to be wrong.
The female strutted out onto the catwalk and all eyes turned to her. At the most renowned fashion show in the world, it was essential for Annabeth not to mess up this gig. Of course, one second after the thought crossed her mind, the hem of her flowing skirt caught on her heels, and she plunged straight into another pit of utter embarrassment.
Sometimes, it really sucks being female in this society.
People are always underestimating you, underestimating your strength and intelligence.
Plus, there are so many double standards.
For example, if a man slept around, people would congratulate him.
But if a woman were to do that, derogatory comments are thrown her way.
Why is that?
It is what society makes my out to be. Society says most females must be delicate, classy, elegant and once they are old enough must be married and become a housewife. Well what society says is wrong.
empowered, sweet, caring, smart, sexy, intelligent, mother, sister, friend, lover, awesome, tough, strong,
Her eyes shone so bright, they could put the stars to shame. Her lips plump and red as always came closer and closer to me as the gently caressed my collar bone.
me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me
girls with a bunch of knowledge and such….lioness, sow, girl, woman, wife, me, my sisters, marriage, love, they are the building blocks of our society. life without them is impossible. the angle fish can actually change genders if it is next in line for dominance……fun fact xD …….we ROCK!!!!!! a lioness hunts for the males…..guys need us to remember EVERYTHING for them xD we can multitask
Lol this is a funny word to write about. The way females think confuses me. I don’t like it. Pratyush hates it. Boo.
the most beautiful experience in the world, really, whether you are attracted to them or not, they have a certain magic sway that enables them to enter the hotel of your heart for free, dine in the finest of restaurants and keep the penthouse apartment forever. the only thing other than music that i cannot do without.
It’s something you’ve always been told you were, like human or alive or quiet.
But, see, people look at you as something otherworldly sometimes, like you don’t know how to fit in, how to do things the right way, so human’s kind of a loose-fitting word, and alive, alive, how do you define alive in a labyrinth of cubicles, in the prison of an endless class period, in the hallways that are too loud and bright and changing, constantly changing, so many people- is this alive? And quiet, quiet’s just a word for “I don’t know you yet,” for not being sure if people will listen to the stars in your eyes or the castles you build up in the sky, not for any reason, just because they’re pretty and you like them.
And, well, what with so many things you are but you aren’t, you start to wonder about “female”, too.
Color blanches from her cheeks almost as quickly as it rushed there in the first place. “Oh no.”
“What?” I ask, disconcerted. Her hands tremble and slowly, very slowly, she turns to show me the severed end of the cord.
“What if the one we killed wasn’t a female?”
being a girl is hard.
Dainty teacups,
Shattered on the floor.
The pink rug turned crimson-
An ugly truth hidden behind a neat facade.
Female is what I am. I am female. Girls are feminine and give birth to children. They are stereotypically emotional beings. The opposite to male. In the animal kingdom, they are the mothers, they care for the young and feed the family.
i am a female . it is a gender. it is generally used as a biology term. when i think of it. i think biology. i dont think of a stereotypical girl though. Like. i dont know what i think of
Fe = iron
male = man
I think I’m Ironman guys
Oh, the glorious female.
It is not far from the truth to say that everything that goes, everything that stops, everything that moves, grows, bottoms out, or tops, is in some way linked, tied, connected, to the differences between the different sexes.
I am a female. I don’t understand why we have to be so complicated.. We are like another species or something. I’m not complaining. Being a female has so many advantages.
the female form. a thing of beauty. THE thing of beauty which all others are judged. the thing we all strive to appease.
She was powerless when she was in a room full of men she didn’t. A room full of women – she was fierce. She could look them up and down and know that she was probably better than them. She didn’t care what she looked like. Maybe she did. Not really. But she did know that she was smarter than all of them. And the sex she got at home had to be better than what they were facing when they got home to their pathetic lives. Boyfriends with stupid names like “Zach” and “Tyler.”
Exploited
but strong.
I am a female. I am strong and needy. I am sensible and spontaneous, happy on the outside and a mess on the inside. I feel beautiful every day and blessed to be a female. I wouldn’t want to be anything else.
amazing. god’s gift to earth. sexy as fuck. complicated at times but worth it. always in the mind.
The woman stood there, looking at the light blue pure sky, eating a green granny smith apple. She was dancing around with bare feet, humming a song from the church hymnbook the church Her knitted orangy red dress swished and rolled in the waves of air, wisping through the green tinted valleys. She had brown hair, with a blond streak tucked between her ear, bouncing as she turned to me. Her lips, painted the same color of her gown, spread out in a grin immediately.