For most of my life I have felt discomfort calling myself a woman, it never sits right in my mouth and I always feel a heaviness when referring myself as such. I thought that if I was not a woman, I had to be a man.
Throughout history, we see women being robbed of their choices to express themselves in the way they want to.
How was it possible that immediately I felt feelings of embarrassment when I had never even talked with other people about it?
Having an opinion is a felony. Acting on that opinion is a betrayal.
I’m not a monster if I have stretch marks, blood every month, body rolls and body hair.