But there were ways in which womanhood pinched. It was too tight white stockings on chubby thighs before church and questions about boyfriends I never wanted. It was Dominic Pusco’s hands down my pants without consent and the disbelief and eye rolls and me thinking I did something to make it happen. It was Titi Penny falling in love with Magdalena and not hating herself for it. Complex, chaotic, beyond even biology. Like Ava said: womanhood was radical enough for anyone who dared claim it.
