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.