50 Times “Girl community” Shared Pics That Encapsulate What It’s Like To Be A Woman

Oh my God, I love that!

Nah, I have seen photos of my ancestors. Nobody was a s ugly as I am.

This fits so much because everybody tells me that I look exactly like my mother. I needed this today

Rude! "Sure you're ugly but there's always someone with an ugly f****h". RUDE !

I mean have you met men whose favorite sports team just lost or who just got rejected?

Hey! Don't make fun of us when we're on the brink of death!🤧🤒🤮☠️👻

But have you read a history book?

I recently read that there’s been research “proving” that man cold is a thing and it’s much worse than the colds women get. Seriously, guys? You’re so hung up on having a worse cold that you have to spend thousands on proving your cold is worse than mine. Then again, I’m not one to talk. I just finished the shrieking dance of OMG! There’s a spider on my arm. No, I didn’t squish it. But I want to have words with the deity of all spiders, cos I thought we agreed that your spiders stay away from me and I don’t kıll them.

Such an overblown stereotype. I have two states of being: totally fine or in hospital.

Doctor "take an Tylenol"

“You’re past menopause? Are you SURE? Do you think you might be pregnant?”

Doesn't matter what the issue is. The answer is always your period or your weight. Even in a slim post-menopausal woman. "But you're a woman, so those are obviously the only issues you'll ever have."

when your panties feel weird in public and you have a panic attack coz you think your period has started but it was just that weird slime

V a g I n a

I bought four new ones just a month ago and I lost them all already

I find it risky to leave the car Chapstick in the car in summer.

Living room, bathroom and purse. Living room always goes missing. Usually under the chair.

I am like this with lotion. I have one at my desk, one in my car, and several through out my house..... I even have one for my purse and backpack and they cannot be exchanged out!

My daughter took one to school and a boy put it in the toilet

This one makes me sad because I fell into this trap too. It’s taken me 20 years since to realise that I fluctuate between normal and obese depending on (obviously) how I eat etc, but that doesn’t make me a bad person.

I hope you also realize that how much you weigh is not a measure of your beauty, how you will be loved, or your value as a person. That being healthy and skinny are not the same thing, and that women's bodies are not the same as children's bodies.

Is there an actual test for this? Do they sell it at Walmart?

Backpack girlie for years just because of this.

I either use a cross body bag, rucksack or don't carry one. Most of the time, it's the latter.

Or one bra strap always slipping down your arm.

The worst invention ever made! I wear mine across my chest now with a long strap.

Me chilling with my satchel: ehehe

I am a short guy, but I've never had any issues getting dates, so my standards are a bit higher. I couldn't care less about nails or b***s or whether they shave their body hair. I want a woman who genuinely likes me for the person I am, not for the material goods I can provide for them. A person who is kind to the people in their lives, and has empathy for others. Somebody who has interests they love to tell me about, and don't mind me telling them about mine. Also, someone who isn't a bigot (living in the United States and this is surprisingly harder to find than I'd like to believe). Edit: lol, b00bs is evidently a scary word

I was a young girl in the sixties and seventies who knew she wanted to have a career before getting married at about 30 years old, instead of grabbing my high school, diploma and going to the courthouse for the marriage certificate to marry my high school, sweetheart, something most of the other girls planned to do. Not for me. I did get married, at age 40. Funny thing is, I always thought I would end up with someone who wore a suit and carried a briefcase, was college educated, drove a high end car, and tall. My husband, the man I love more than life itself, and who has been a wonderful husband, is short (if I wear heels that are too high I’m taller than him), wears work clothes, carries tools to work, drives a work truck, and only has the British equivalent of a high school diploma. But we own our own business together, which is flourishing and profitable—-he’s the talent and I handle the business end—-and together we’ve worked hard and made a good life. I’m quite satisfied that my ideas of who I’d marry would marry weren’t so rigid that I wouldn’t take a chance and start dating, then marrying, such a great guy.

Really you have to censor the word butts what are. We a country of f*****g two year olds

Then don't surround yourself with this kind of men

The irony of this woman being so stereotypical about men, to call out stereotype, is just funny!!