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It doesn't make us like you

The comments behind our backs

It doesn't make us like you

To comment on our shorts or our pants

It doesn't make us like you

To be scared to wear leggings

Do you think it does?

To be a woman is to be a banquet. 

Eclectic, savory, distinguished. 

A summer potluck of femininity; 

a Thanksgiving toast to masculinity; 

an Easter brunch with androgyny. 

I believe that femininity is power. I was born a girl, and even though I know now that I am more fluid than the word “girl” can contain, I am still feminine. I am feminine because I choose to be.