Because beyond the facts of the ultra-feminine woman, she’s fascinating. She’s a wonder of this world. She’s iconic. She’s distinctive. She’s unlike anything or anyone you’ll ever see in this lifetime. Though she isn’t rare, she’s not easy to come by. Her exclusiveness is part of her essence.

She’s not hiding. She simply doesn’t run in circles that aren’t beneficial to her in some form. So when you encounter her, treat her well, compliment her, and openly admire her. She doesn’t mind. In fact, she can’t wait to see you again. She hopes her presence sparks something inside of you that will be obvious the next time she sees your face.

In case you’re wondering how you can get on the same accord, here are the rules.

The sickeningly feminine woman…

gets dressed for bed.

Because she understands it is the most pivotal occasion of her day. The ultra-feminine woman is aware that rest is paramount. She knows that in order to approach the world with as much audacity as she does, it’s important that rest is revered. Nothing and no one matters more than a well-rested version of herself. Her rest is a boundary that remains intact, regardless of who is involved. She respects her boundaries, too. So, she comes dressed for the part.

Her hair is fixed, whether in a bonnet, scarf, rollers, or wrapped. Her pieces match. Top and bottom. Or slips. or dresses. Or nothing at all. Her skin is moisturized with her softest lotions, butters, or creams. Her body smells heavenly. Her aroma lingers in every room she leaves and on the linen on which she rests. Her feet aren’t touching the grimy floor. They’re on top of pillow-like slippers that complement the pieces on her body.

She goes to bed feeling put together. Collected. Intact. Whole. Sexy. Sultry. Soft. Elegant. Sophisticated. And well taken care of. If not by anyone else, by herself.

A woman taking the time to choose her clothes for the most important occasion of the day mirrors a softness that a feminine woman embodies effortlessly. Moisturizing her body isn’t a task for her; it’s a requirement. Prepping her hair doesn’t feel like labor; it feels like love. Spritzing the mildest fragrance in her collection onto her body doesn’t feel like a waste of product; it’s a proclamation. Her official statement. Her declaring her inherent greatness. Her true nature. Her birthright to be soft and supple and feminine and fruitful and pretty and poised and… all the things that make an ultra-feminine woman who she is.

A feminine woman is not in a dingy tee and whatever bottom she can find for bed. Her curated wardrobe allows her to flourish at all times of the day, especially in private settings. Her finest pieces aren’t limited to dinner parties, meetings, birthdays, holidays, and Sundays. Most of her finest pieces happen to be those that are reserved for her sacred chamber. Her home. Her bedroom. Her bed.

carefully curates her wardrobe

Not only is she pleasurable to be around, but she is a walking magazine article. Every time you see her, it looks as if she’s stepped out of a catalog. It doesn’t matter if she is wearing workout gear or a ball gown. Somehow, her presence makes you feel underdressed; as if you all weren’t planning for the same event.

When an ultra-feminine woman walks into a room, you wonder if you chose correctly when deciding what to wear. And, this isn’t a bad thing. It’s a lesson.

To always overdress. It’s always the solution.

The feminine woman is aware of the colors that complement her skin tone. She’s privy to the fabrics that make her look and feel fabulous. She understands that quality matters more than quantity.

Her threads are chosen carefully. Her things are rotated with the seasons. Her closet is color-coded for ease of access and selection.

She has staple pieces that work throughout the entire day. She has dinner pieces that are sure to turn every head in the restaurant. She has Sunday pieces that belong in the front row at church service.

Her collection of dresses and skirts is extensive. Her accessories are never-ending. Her jewelry is dainty, but sparkles when she moves.

She studies the trends, but understands she is timeless. So is her style. Trends will never define her taste or style or preferences. But, they keep her up on her toes and in tune with the fashions.

Her designer collection isn’t loud and obnoxious. She doesn’t need logos across her pieces. Her luxury is quiet, but just like her… it speaks volumes.

She often trades sweats for slacks or denim. She often trades crewnecks for button-downs. She often trades a messy bun for a sleek, low ponytail. She often trades tennis shoes for loafers.

She doesn’t leave home without collecting herself. She’s always put together. She is very rarely seen falling apart. Not outwardly, anyway. Her heart won’t allow it.

nails are never undone.

Manicured nails. Pedicured toes. The season doesn’t matter. The color does. And, she chooses it with ease because it’s usually white or something very close to it. Nudes are also popular amongst the ultra-feminine women.

Soft pinks.

Clear.

French.

Creams.

Browns.

Repetition is the foundation of sickening femininity. The ultra-feminine woman rarely strays away from her normal set. It doesn’t matter the length of her nails or the shape, harsh colors hardly cover her acrylic or dipping powder or clear gel coat.

Unless it’s red. And, when an ultra-feminine woman wears red, you should stay the hell out of her way. Because she’s different from the other ultra-feminine women. She’s as feminine as she is fierce. Her tongue is slick, and her words cut deep. She’s not mean. She’s honest. And her honesty is sometimes harsh.

Almond is the official shape of the feminine woman, but all shapes fit the mold.

The ultra-feminine woman doesn’t choose seasons to get pedicures. Mainly because she was never spending the money at the salon for the pleasure of others. The service is to soothe her soul, not theirs. So, whether it’s below thirty degrees outside or above eighty, her toes are in mint condition.

Number four has come to an end. If you’re following along in the rulebook and happen to have a beautiful collection of jewelry, please comment with an image of your favorite pieces and let me know if you’re #teamgold or #teamsilver.

Because time isn’t on my side, we’re only expanding on three rules this week. However, these rules happen to be some of the most important and favored of mine.

But, before I begin, it’s been sitting on my heart to elaborate on the woman I’m outlining in this rulebook.

There are huge differences between a girly woman, a woman pretending, and an ultra-feminine woman. And the differences are striking.

A girly woman may wear pretty clothes, speak well, have a thirty-step skincare or shower routine, love feminine things, have feminine ways, add value to spaces, and maintain her appearance. However, the similarities to the ultra-feminine woman typically end there.

Femininity is not an accessory. It is a mindset. It’s a way of life. It’s a language.

A woman pretending might present all the characteristics of a feminine woman to obtain things she wants/needs, but the facade fades with time. It doesn’t matter how long it takes for the truth to reveal itself, but it always will. Her family knows. Her exes know. Her past knows. And, no matter how much makeup she smears on her pretty face, her insides are still tarnished.

Not all of the rules will apply to the girly woman or the woman pretending, but they will always apply to the sickeningly feminine woman to some degree.

Now…

To the rulebook.

Ferociously curious.

Remaining curious keeps the feminine woman on the tips of her toes and the top of her game. She’s never too knowledgeable to learn more. She’s never too confident to seek more information. She’s never too prideful to ask questions about things she isn’t familiar with. She’s never afraid to warrant the unknown.

Because a feminine woman understands that knowledge is power.

She also knows that vulnerability breeds change. And to be curious is to be vulnerable.

A feminine woman is intentional with her studies. She retains information by writing it down. Carrying around a pen and paper isn’t for jotting her number down. It’s for making notes of things and people and places, and pieces of information she doesn’t want to forget even after the encounter has ended.

A feminine woman craves substance in all she’s involved with. She seek those who are more knowledgeable because she never wants to be the one to know it all. If so, she understands she is in the wrong place and with the wrong people.

The ultra-feminine woman studies words, people, places, hobbies, tools, beauty, occupations, history, and the list goes on forever.

Curiosity doesn’t kill this cat. It nurtures it. It fosters a sense of pride. It contributes to the uniqueness and exuberance of a feminine woman. It keeps her wide-eyed and wondrous. It tugs at her doubts and eventually transforms them into tiny pieces of knowledge that enhance her confidence. It is her liberation, freeing her from the pits of the unknown. It leaves a sweet taste on the tongues of everyone around her.

Doesn’t over-explain.

“What I meant was…”

“Oh, I was just…”

“Because, you know…”

“I say that because…”

“I made that choice because…”

A feminine woman is not one to try to convince others of why she did what she did or said what she said. Neither is she one to convince them it was the right choice to make or thing to say.

She’s cemented in her self-awareness. She’s rooted in her beliefs. She’s a sure thing.

And because she’s slow to speak and quick to observe, her accuracy is almost one hundred percent.

A feminine woman says nothing at all if she doesn’t know what to say. A feminine woman does nothing at all if she doesn’t know what to do.

Slowness is her saving grace. So, no, she’s not explaining anything to anyone because her reactions or actions are hardly spontaneous. They’re calculated. Just like her.

She owes no explanation. She understands it and moves accordingly.

Aren’t sorry for existing or taking up space.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“My bad.”

“Let me move out of your way. Sorry.”

These are things you’ll hardly hear from a feminine woman. Just like she’s not one to over-explain, she’s not one to apologize for what she is not responsible for, like…

Existing.

It was beyond her control, and just like she has, others must accept it too… along with everything that accompanies it.

Her presence in a grocery aisle.

Her extensive search for the right nail color, though there are others waiting.

Her time in the bathroom.

Her curiosity.

Her beauty.

Her likeness.

Her confidence.

Her.

You’ll hear a feminine woman say ‘excuse me’ far more than ‘I’m sorry,’ because she’s not. And she doesn’t have much to be sorry about. Mainly because she’s a good girl, inside and out. She doesn’t pretend. This is truly who she is.

Kindness is her tour guide. Curiosity is her fuel. Quietness is her seatbelt. Observation is her windshield. Discernment is her wipers. Consideration has the steering wheel.

She’s careful of what she says. She’s careful of what she does. She’s not sorry. Not for existing.

Gosh, I could go on forever. But for the sake of discipline, I’ll stop here. This series is just getting started. Buckle up. Next are the physical elements and accessories of the ultra-feminine woman.

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I’ve already put it in my book; weekends are for Substack writing. Sundays, especially.

Admittedly, it feels incredible to write leisurely. I am a national best-selling author with a plan so strategic and specific that I hardly have time to think about play projects or fun projects or writing non-fiction pieces that will provoke thought and change.

However, my little Substack did. Almost 3,000 people have come across the first issue in this series. If I was to say that didn’t stir some goodness in my soul, then I’d be lying.

See, because here’s the thing…

I’m a sucker for womanhood. I live and breathe the evolution of the woman. It doesn’t matter where she is in her journey, I always think there is room for women to grow—and it doesn’t matter the pace. So, I’ve written book after book after book, hoping my fictional stories depict the true passion I have for the growth of women. When I started my Substack, I knew what my main topic would be and why. It was never a question.

• Girlhood.

• Softness.

• Sex.

• Stillness.

• Seasons.

• Love.

• Fiction.

• Femininity.

• Change.

• Slowness.

It all boils down to one thing. It all surrounds one type of person. The woman.

To the women reading this post.

1. Thank you for returning. I appreciate you so much.

2. The person you’re striving to become is on her way.

3. Growth is growth. Whether fast or slow.

4. This Substack is dedicated to you.

5. Share these posts with someone you love.

6. Things will get better.

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Okay, now… for the rulebook.

Never be too quick to turn down assistance.

Feminine women do not pretend to know it all, do it all, see it all, or have it all. In fact, feminine women will appear to have everything and nothing simultaneously. Why? Because she has never been too quick to turn down assistance, in platonic or romantic relationships. But, especially in romantic relationships.

I don’t have the exact words, but my mother has always told me to be needy even if you aren’t when it comes to men. If they think for a second you have it handled, that will be the moment you lose your right to femininity in your relationship.

I have found this to be true. I am not saying that you must turn into a totally dependent person, but I am saying watch what you are quick to take on or tackle in a man’s presence, and when he is away. Your job isn’t to do everything by yourself. It doesn’t matter how much free time you have on your hands or how strong you are.

When you show your strength, you will have to use it for the rest of your life. Platonically and romantically.

If your mother wants to help you with laundry this week… let her.

If your man wants to take you to the eye doctor for new glasses this week… let him.

If your best friend wants to get the children while you take a nap… let her.

If your man wants to buy dinner so you don’t have to cook tonight… let him.

Remove statements like these from your vocabulary:

No, it’s fine. I’ve got it.

Oh, I can handle it.

I can take care of it.

Don’t worry, I’ll get to it.

Let somebody else handle it if you can!

The feminine woman leaves her plate as empty as possible because she knows that with free time comes rest. And, rest is a requirement for femininity.

Add value to conversations.

A feminine woman understands the importance of value. If she has nothing to add to a conversation, she doesn’t join. Instead, she listens and waits for the opportunity to insert herself or be called upon when topics she is well-versed in arise.

She is not quick to jump into chatter just to be heard or seen. In fact, she’d rather not be either. Again, femininity is loud and obnoxious itself. She doesn’t have to say a word.

One way feminine women are making sure they are bringing value to conversations is by continuing their education. Not all feminine women have a college degree or any certifications. However, they are learners and continue to educate themselves every chance they get.

They are hungry for knowledge. It doesn’t matter if it’s the precise moment to remove your browned butter from the stove for the homemade chocolate chip cookie recipe everyone would love. Or, if it’s the condition of the stock market. Or, the best home remedy for a bee sting. Or, if it’s the book of the Bible that mentions adultery at great length. Or, if it’s details on the best wedding venues in the city.

Basically, it doesn’t have to be ABCs. Feminine women have a wide palette when it comes to knowledge. There’s hardly any telling what they truly know or how helpful they can truly be.

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Create a nighttime ritual that makes your mornings smoother/easier.

Ritual. That part is important.

One thing I’ve noticed about the woman in survival mode versus the woman living in her ultra-feminine era (that lasts a lifetime) is the preparation. Feminine women don’t think about the time it takes to make their lives easier. They don’t.

It doesn’t matter if rolling their hair at night takes an hour. They understand the consequences and that their arms will be tired. But, gosh… they also understand how long it takes curls to set and how much volume those curls will have. They are also aware of how incredible their results will be.

One thing to note: They aren’t doing it for others. They’re doing it for themselves.

A feminine woman doesn’t mind taking twenty minutes to complete their eight-step skincare ritual or their ten-step shower ritual or their four-step moisturizing ritual.

The feminine woman is about results. And time is a non-factor in their eyes. Because time doesn’t exist when it comes to their rituals. It only exists when they’re in routine.

They carve out time for preparation and will not bend or break when it comes to it. Not because of anything or anyone but themselves. Breaking rituals for her is worse than breaking a promise to herself.

Because that’s what rituals are to her.

Promises to take care of her.

Promises to show her love.

Promises to take a moment for herself.

Promises to always remember her.

Promises to be there.

Promises to meet in the same place at the same time to catch up.

Be kind.

Feminine women are NOT mean girls. Until this day, I consider the mean girl trait a trauma response or a character flaw. Feminine women understand it takes too much energy to be anything but kind and pleasant more often than not.

By no means am I saying feminine women are pushovers. Nope.

What I’m saying is that feminine women do not sink to the level of most. They require them to elevate and reach the level they are currently on. It goes back to this point I made in the last set of rules…

And, believe it or not, she makes others want to speak better, speak up, act better, or simply have some tact. Her body language and secretly sensual nature naturally make others want to impress her with their ability to be as refined, radiant, and ravishing as her.

She’s the originator of influence. The OG influencer.

Feminine women radiate kindness. I mean, you can hear it and feel it and see if from so far away. It’s infectious and rare and alluring. And, it’s hardly an act.

Because, honestly, the truly feminine women do not have it in them to keep up a facade for as long as their kindness lasts.

Never beg.

Begging is beneath the feminine woman; asking is not. A feminine woman knows what she’s entitled to, and asking for it usually doesn’t happen. Mainly because just like a feminine woman knows what she’s entitled to, so does everyone around her.

And, they are happy to give it to her. Oftentimes, it’s more. In the event that she is not given what she rightfully deserves, then she will live without it.

I will not be explaining.

Look good, even when no one is looking.

Femininity doesn’t come to a halt when you don’t have a crowd to witness it. It’s a twenty-four-hour commitment.

At home.

At work.

At the salon.

At the nail appointment.

At the doctor’s.

At the children’s school.

At the gym.

At the DMV.

At the grocery store.

At the park.

If there’s no other type of woman I can spot anywhere, it’s a feminine woman. She’s just different. She’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Everything about her makes you wonder or smile or aspire or consider or recommit to your own goals.

She’s a walking billboard for commitment, loyalty, and dedication to self. She’s the poster girl for what could happen if you focused on yourself for a few minutes out of the day.

She’s not choosing sweats every day. She’s trading them for tailored pants. She’s not in sneakers every time you see her. In fact, the only sneakers she owns are for running, walking, or the gym. She’s in slingbacks, mules, loafers, flats, or boots.

She is not wearing a bonnet outside of her home. Garments worn inside her personal quarters are off limits for outside, public places, or government buildings.

She’s not only tidy outside of her home… She’s a kempt woman inside, behind closed doors, too.

She loves:

• Silk gowns

• Robes

• Satin pillow cases

• Flexi rods

• Fuzzy socks

• Pajama sets

• House shoes

• Silk hair ties

• Rollers

• Bonnets

• Headbands

• And her nightly readers (glasses)

Don’t diet. Change your eating habits completely.

The feminine woman is hardly dieting but forever altering her lifestyle to match her fitness/health goals.

The feminine woman is not complaining to others the second a compliment about her rolls from their tongue. Her security is set.

“You look amazing in that dress.”

“Oh, girl, I’m trying to lose a little of this weight to look even better.”

She allows compliments.

Makes changes. Silently.

The feminine woman understands that an overall purge of habits that no longer reflect her goals is far more effective than any diet. Because diets get old fast. The change of lifestyle is a pivot that will become background noise after your body and mind adjust. It becomes part of who you are instead of what you’re doing for the moment.

Well, that was quick. We’re already at 1,600+ words, and 1,500 was my maximum. That’s it for now. This series will continue. There are so many more points to be made. If you haven’t already, please share with a friend. Until next time, girls…

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Stuck up.

Boujee.

High-style.

Picky.

Extra.

High-class.

Fancy

There were so many words used to describe these women by others. And, honestly, I secretly despised the descriptors. They all felt too much like jealousy, disguised and reworded.

Code for:

I’m not like her.

She’s not all that.

Don’t be that way.

Keep your nose down.

She’s difficult.

She spends too much time on herself and her self-care.

I can’t do my hair like that.

I don’t have those kinds of clothes in my closet.

I can’t speak the way she does.

I didn’t pay attention in class like her.

I don’t take myself as seriously as she does.

It wasn’t until adulthood that the once surmised became evidently true. I was not like the others. The ones who consider the Claire Huxtables, Whitley Marions, Denise Huxtables, Fran Fines, Joan Claytons, Toni Childs, Hilary Banks, Ashley Banks, Regine Hunters, Francesca Monroes, and Lisa Laundrys a problem instead of a display of passion.

For life.

For love.

For womanhood.

For self.

For femininity.

There. I said it.

Their ability to be and present themselves as ultra-feminine, well-put-together women was befuddling for some. For me, it was emancipating.

Joyful.

Inspiring.

Exhilarating.

Striking.

All-consuming.

I waited for their faces to grace the screen, holding my breath until I heard their voices. I was always desperate to know what they were wearing, saying, doing, and loving at the moment. They made the shows for me, whether they were a supporting or main character. Those women became my study material. My guides. Perfect subjects. Examples of the sheer beauty etched in our birthright to be wholly and unshamefully a girl. Watching them was like watching a nineties crash course on the feminine woman.

Because let’s face it.

The world (today) is such a difficult place to navigate that women are hardly able to think about thriving when survival of the fittest is the game.

Still, there are a select few who want to show up well-dressed, well-educated, well-spoken, well-versed, well-rested, and looking damn good for the wars we fight each and every day as humans. As women. As creatures.

And, though times have changed and this isn’t the nineties or a television show, you, too, can be well-dressed, well-educated, well-spoken, well-versed, well-rested, and looking damn good for the daily war.

Here are the rules.

Observe more. Say less.

Speaking too soon and too often usually separates the slovenly from the kempt woman. The difference is striking.

Femininity is loud and boisterous. Simultaneously, it is gentle and reassuring. Charming and hearty. Comforting and quiet.

It speaks volumes. It doesn’t require words, especially not at an alarming rate. The most feminine women in the room are observing, taking note, savoring moments, wondering if she chose the perfect fragrance for the occasion, analyzing the room, remembering to say hello to the newlyweds, sipping champagne, and saving her energy for the strict nightly ritual she has strategically designed for herself.

It is the main reason why when a feminine woman speaks, almost everyone stops to listen. They wait patiently for every word to fall from her perfectly lined lips. Anticipation seeps from their pores as they began to settle in the fact that they’re going to be listening for as long as it takes her to conclude.

Femininity is silent structure. The feminine woman is a direct order, herself. She commands attention without asking or begging. She quietly beckons for eyes and ears. She commands the moment. She demands the floor for as long as it takes for her to add value to the conversation.

And, believe it or not, she makes others want to speak better, speak up, act better, or simply have some tact. Her body language and secretly sensual nature naturally make others want to impress her with their ability to be as refined, radiant, and ravishing as her.

She’s the originator of influence. The OG influencer.

Study proper etiquette.

Spines straight.

Elbows off the table.

Chin up.

Proper utensils.

Legs crossed.

Feminine women reserve every moment for a chance to practice proper etiquette. No moment is too small or too private. The only exception might be when they are on their knees and their partner’s pole is in their mouths, but I imagine they’re still using sir, please, and thank you.

The videos on proper etiquette are plentiful. So are the books. Pick up one!

Feminine women are able to move so gracefully and notably different from others because they’ve studied the material. They’ve woven their findings into their daily lives. And, so, it doesn’t feel performative. It feels natural because it always was. They just needed a match to light the wood they’d already prepared.

Remember names.

I can’t stress how important it is to remember the names of the people you meet. Even if that means jotting them down in a small notebook with short descriptions that you can revisit later.

Remembering names can be pivotal. And, the feminine women are cognizant of the fact. Not only does it make the person they’re in conversation with feel special enough to have been remembered, but it’s the start of new connections.

Bridge building. That’s what it translates to. It doesn’t matter if it’s the guy at the grocery store, the parent at gymnastics, the mail carrier, the guy at the front desk, the concierge, the old lady across the street, the barista, the man who’s always running when you leave out for work, or the mother of the tallest kid in your child’s class.

Remembering someone’s name has been the ice breaker for so many meaningful connections.

“Good to see you again, James.”

“Good to see you again, too, Sonya. I was just telling my wife, Hazel, there’s a former gymnast at the coffee shop I love so much.”

“Hi, Hazel, I’m Sonya.”

“James mentioned you. I know you’re semi-retired, but our granddaughter is trying for the gymnastics team next year. I was wondering if you’re up for offering private lessons two or three times a month.”

“Of course. I’ve been posting about my private lessons for a full week now with no promising leads. It’s perfect timing.”

“Well, now you have one.”

It’s simple. It’s kind. It’s a small gesture to make someone feel better about life for the moment while simultaneously serving as a stepping stone to new connections, experiences, and opportunities.

Develop rituals, not more routines.

When it comes to femininity, almost nothing is a routine. It’s a ritual. Rituals are those things that relieve you of the mental stress life tends to carry. Rituals lighten your load–mentally, physically, and emotionally. Rituals feel good, and they make you feel good. Rituals calm your soul and hum to your heart. Rituals cater to the ideal of ease and simplicity. Rituals are nurturing.

Soul-stirring.

Quieting.

Slow.

Savory.

Still.

Memorable.

Peaceful.

Followed not forced.

Rituals are the bread and butter for the feminine woman.

“Sunday nights are for resetting.”

“Mondays are for pilates.”

“My manicure is scheduled for every second Tuesday of the month, because they are my slowest and least demanding days.”

“I don’t cook on Fridays. I rest.”

“I wear my good slippers on Saturday and Sunday evenings.”

“I add bubbles to my bath three times a week.”

“I light a candle every Friday night to welcome the weekend.”

“I change my handbag every three days.”

“I have a latte by seven every morning.”

“My morning brew pairs well with my writing tasks in the early hours.”

“I only make hair appointments for Saturdays.”

“I rotate my closet every season.”

“I don’t send messages or take calls after seven.”

“I visit nature at noon every day.”

“I read four pages of my current book every night under candlelight.”

Rituals are invisible boundaries that remind you to take care. They make you feel better, lighter, and lovelier. They’re tiny little love letters to your inner self. They’re something you’re always in control of, even when you feel like you’re losing control of everything else.

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Life feels better when you actually get to add bubbles to three baths that week. Or when you have that latte by seven every day in the month of June. Or when you rotate your closet for spring. Or when you actually rest instead of cooking on Friday. Or when you read those four pages under candlelight.

That’s why feminine women have rituals, and they are hardly associated with their routine. Routines usually involve other people and their needs/desires, and the things that must be done. Rituals are selfish. Routines are (usually) selfless.

Femininity requires the peace rituals supply.

Maintain your discipline.

Feminine women are disciplined women, though the softness of their appearance might say otherwise.

How do you think their hair is always perfect?

And their makeup?

And their clothes?

And their skin?

And their words?

And their nails?

And their bodies?

Discipline is key to femininity. Even when they don’t want to, they do. Even when it’s easier not to, they do. Even when they’re tired… overwhelmed… unsure… they do. And, they do it well.

Feminine women hardly look like what’s happening, not in their heads or their lives. They are the epitome of not looking like what you’ve been through or going through.

Laziness is a disease to them, and they avoid it like the plague. They have time, energy, and effort. When they don’t, they make it.

A feminine woman’s discipline and dedication can easily be compared to the discipline of a soldier. It’s just softer. Quieter. Calmer. Slower. It’s feminine.

Speaking of discipline, I’m exercising mine. Ugh. It sucks because I could go on forever. I will. Just not here. Not now.

This series will continue with more rules in the book. However, we’ve reached over 1,500 words with this post, and my plan wasn’t to keep you here this long. Part two is pending. Stay tuned.

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