"be you. whoever that is. your purest truth. be a blinding anomaly."
"My father tried to raise his daughters to be women with thick skin.
He’d say that this isn’t a world for women lost in their own feelings.
But sometimes I think he mistakenly confused teaching us to be strong with shaming our hurt.
Because now that I am a woman,
I can’t cry, even when my heart begs me too,
even when I want to be overwhelmed,
even when every wound asks for salt water to heal.
I’m too afraid of the shame that comes from being perceived as weak.
Too ashamed to hear that I am just like my mother."