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Ten things for International Women's Day

Today is International Women's Day and I, for one, am celebrating. Here are ten things for me and for you, ladies.

1. Today I am celebrating freedom and independence. I am free to live my life on my terms.
2. I am grateful for every woman in my life who has taught me that life doesn't have to look the same for everyone and that the differences are worth fighting for and celebrating.
3. Thank you to all the women who came before me and fought their asses off so that I can live the life I want.
4. No matter where you go in the world, you are among sisters and mothers. You can find them anywhere because we share the common experience of being divinely woman.
5. Thank you to my own mom who left home at an early age, started a career, had a family, and demonstrated for me what it meant to be strong.
6. We are lucky to live in a time when we, as women, decide what we want our lives to look like and, for the most part (always room for improvement), we can make it happen.
7. Just take a look around and see how many women are truly celebrating and supporting other women. YES LADIES! YES!
8. Women in business. Women at home. Women as mothers. Women CEOs. Women living in villages. Women building high-rises. We are doing it all and doing it well.
9. The Sisterhood. There are famous women encouraging this idea and it is absolutely catching on. We belong to each other. We owe it to each other. We are truly sisters.
10. Today I am grateful for the women who are constantly giving of themselves to help women who need it most. The ones who fight for the rights of the oppressed, abused, and fragile. The young girls who are using their voices to bring issues to the forefront. The quiet rioters. The protesters. The speaker-uppers. Let's all use our voices to keep the momentum and push even harder.

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