You are me, and I am her, and she is you.
I am a woman who chooses not to rush. I take my heart seriously and I love fiercely, but I refuse to settle.
Can you handle a heart like mine? A mouth that spits fire, and a mind that creates magic. Because that’s what I want.
Aging is delicate and powerful, and inevitable. Why hide that?
I wish I wouldn’t have spoken in hushed tones. Or been what I thought everyone else wanted me to be.
You always kept your eyes covered. As if hiding behind ray-bans could hide the fact that you had no integrity.
Every woman deserves the chance to be heard.
So here’s to us. The unpractical. The wild, the runners, the hell raisers, the freed.