Tired of being a woman. That woman. The one that anybody can point to, or talk about, even play with. The one who doesn't know where belongs to or to whom. For what. Everybody is available to tell you what to do and what not to do. But nobody really knows you. No one gives the real chance to get to know you, deeply, simple, as the real women that you are. With imperfections and virtues. With good and bad days. With dreams, beliefs and goals to achieve. Without a man to be supported or adored. A woman that can be enough for herself. For her. That different kind of woman.