Bad feminist

I think I’m just going to have to keep forgiving myself for being a bad feminist. For every time I catch myself comparing myself with another woman or wishing another woman wasn’t so successful or skinny or popular or something better than me. I have to keep flowing with the waves of my confidence, as I grow and heal from this thing I was born into. And we keep going because there is honestly no where else to go. We keep walking that dark path with no map into the uncertain future of… who we could be if we were free, without knowing who we are or what we want. And the mistakes and challenges and scrapes and bruises and bad loans and lost years and therapist waiting rooms and blocked numbers will all be worth it. Of course it is harder than hard, we are trying to change the world.

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