Battle Axe

👊🏻👵🏻💥🥫⚒👵🏻⚒💥👊🏻IN my family, the old strong as f*ck women were named Battle Axe.

They made it through the Depression, weathered a life of hardships, and are as tough as nails. Period. 

Did Not take sh*t from anyone. 

A New York Old Lady that will not tolerate any b*llsh*t. 

Stout and no expression other than a twinkle in her eye that glares, “I Dare you to f*ck with me.”

She wasn’t born this way. 

She became a Battle Axe. 

It’s her right of passage. 

Every woman in my family goes through this. 

A MAJOR major happens and they cross over to Battle Axe status. 

I watched a Battle Axe form before my eyes. She braved all that came at her. 

She was strong as f*ck. 

Showed up. 

Kept on fighting for her life. 

I am so impressed. 

& overwhelmingly proud of her. 

Today, Have you met a Battle Axe?!?

Unmoved. 

Powerful. 

As F*CK

Woman. 

“She has the map of Ireland on her face.”

Please, keep the prayers coming for this newly initiated Battle Axe. 

Xoxo