I saw this photo and my first thought was look at this power and look at this love. It was comforting. It reminded me of how my husband and I fight so hard to show people that you can indeed go for your dreams and love someone. That you can support one another and be a part of each other’s narratives while writing your own. And then the internet perverted all of that for me.
“A kind of chick that just tries to be pretty and be taken care of by somebody else. That’s why I think it’s hilarious when people say my body looks masculine or something like that. Listen, just because my body was developed for a purpose other than f—ing millionaires, doesn’t mean it’s masculine. I think it’s femininely bada** as f— because there’s not a single muscle in my body that isn’t for a purpose. Because I’m not a do-nothing b****.”