She rose from the chair and came toward me. “You and I can never look the way women are supposed to look.” You and I. Only weeks before, such a comparison would have plunged me into despair, but now I could see her point. “Do you think we’re the same?” “In the ways that matter, yes. We’re different in a way that everyone can see. We can’t hide it or fake it. We’ll never fit society’s idea for how women should look and behave, but why is that a tragedy? We’re free to live how we want. It’s liberating, if you choose to see it that way.”
