What is it to have strength?

To truly be a power in this world... what is required? What does it mean to have strength? As a women in this city at this time… How to I prove myself, how do I gain acceptance and approval? What is it to have strength? 

Perhaps to have strength it is to not need to prove oneself. Maybe strength is not giving a fuck about approval, about the acceptance of others. Of course, there is a certain evolutionary need to being accepted. Acceptance equals our survival. But beyond our basic survival and our cooperation in the day to day. Perhaps true strength is giving up the incessant need to fit in. Because true thriving survival and fertility comes with the differences we have. Our diversity is strength, our diversity is power. We no longer need to fit into this neat, trimmed, appropriate tradition of who we ought to be. Maybe who we ought to be is exactly who we are. Just being, in the present. Creatures of pure existence. Maybe wounded, but nonetheless pure, beautiful, and powerful. I don’t want to be the perfect picture of strength, because my power lies within the idiosyncratic intricacies I present within this world.