I began with a straight-laced, corcet-lined, prepackaged clutch makeup idea of
what it means to be a woman. From the dresses of Dr. Quinn's nightmare, to middle school bonnabell lipgloss - tactics to make me be right, to be loved, to some day be the woman the world told me to be,
I bought it all and pinned myself against a wall of hidden resistance.
It was in Introduction to Women's Studies, from the 10th row on the 10th day, that I realized
the recipe is all wrong. It doesn't matter how much sugar, spice, and sugarcoated docility
I might dole out, this was not the road to respect, to my mind, to the libration of my vagina.
what it means to be a woman. From the dresses of Dr. Quinn's nightmare, to middle school bonnabell lipgloss - tactics to make me be right, to be loved, to some day be the woman the world told me to be,
I bought it all and pinned myself against a wall of hidden resistance.
It was in Introduction to Women's Studies, from the 10th row on the 10th day, that I realized
the recipe is all wrong. It doesn't matter how much sugar, spice, and sugarcoated docility
I might dole out, this was not the road to respect, to my mind, to the libration of my vagina.
