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The way you trust yourself at the end, you are so certainly you. Take the broken pieces of who you were and patch them into who you are. As you grow, you learn and glow with bravery in a strength of being whoever the hell you want to be. And I find that so brilliantly courageous.
I am left with the reminder of being called a tomboy, the remembrance of when my father sighed with relief because he never had a little boy; it was just me. I am left with the memory of when I started wearing color again, never losing my love of baggie clothing, but gaining a love for the way skirts twirl around my knees. I was so impressively left with a feeling of acceptance for who I am today and who I was years ago and as a writer, making someone feel less alone is a talent altogether.
Thank you for yanking these words out of the shadows of society's back. Thank you for putting them into something so simply put, any one should at least hear the cry of those who fought to be everything their parents wanted them to be, who fought to be strong because pink was for princesses and if you weren't one of the boys then you needed to be protected by them. This is so raw that it shook me to my very core; the dresses I despised, the boys I preferred to be around, the times I skipped meals because I've got to stay strong and the girls on TV are way stronger looking than me, the times my father seemed to push roughness on me, and the times my femininity seemed like a curse. Everything about this piece screams about the courage it takes to be so intimately you. And thank you for that.