Femininity.
What does it mean to be feminine? Dresses? Makeup?
Are these insignificant objects really what define someone’s identity?
Define how others see them? How others see me?
Would you like me to be feminine?
Does that make you more comfortable?
If I were to embrace the curves that I was born with, would that make me less scary?
Do I scare you?
Do the words that I call myself threaten you?
Maybe it’s change. Maybe you simply fear what you don’t understand.
Does that fear make you feel safe? Allowing yourself to hide in your own ignorance
without having to face reality?
Maybe you’re hiding from yourself. From your cowardice. Your weakness.
My strength.
Maybe femininity isn’t about clothes but about strength.
The strength to be feminine.
I am, indeed, feminine.
But not for you. I’m feminine for myself
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