As a society, we (attempt to) encourage Speak your mind.

As a woman, it’s somehow my responsibility to honor past women who couldn’t.

I’m supposed to rock a naked face, say Fuck off to fashion pigeonholes, cause a ruckus.

I’m supposed to be bold and beautiful and booming. 

Well, what if I don’t want to boom? 

What if I believe my No should be heard whether I’m shouting or speaking, whether I’m lipstick-ed or not?

I know what I want.

I can tell you want I want.

But if I have to shout to be heard, you’re just not listening.

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