Sometimes it seems to me that I am in an abusive relationship with my femininity. Being a woman is magical, ethereal and beautiful. I willingly and full heartedly subscribe to the soft strength, the beautiful wisdom, the unspoken comradery that is womanhood. But I also feel deeply that I do not adequately fulfill my role as the lovely, angelic nymph. It almost feels sometimes as though I am trying to live my life as the unicorn I know I am, while being told by society that I am nothing but a horse.


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