In recent months I have become more interested in understanding rather than blindly experiencing womanhood, or whatever adjacent category exists for a 23-year-old who is no longer a girl but does not quite feel herself to be a woman yet. In friendship and heartache I have been testing the theories and myths and truths I was mysteriously urged to abide by, per my sex and gender. Interrogating internalized beliefs, incomplete and misguided ideas, and the not-yet-bloomed seedlings planted by books and conversations has made the surrounding walls of the house supporting that still intact ceiling, the one they told us we had already broken, all too visible.
“From those angles band aids almost look like healed skin” I got chills. Happy women’s day to one of my favorite female writers! Thanks for putting words to the thoughts we all have but can’t quite express ❤️
“From those angles band aids almost look like healed skin” I got chills. Happy women’s day to one of my favorite female writers! Thanks for putting words to the thoughts we all have but can’t quite express ❤️