How many ways does this fabricated world tell women to shut up? How many times, before a woman is old enough to even stand up straight, has she been told to shut up?
How many times after that, do we take the torch, and tell ourselves to shut up? And each other? How many times do we just…shut up?
And how long again before we have no choice but to break through the story of our own irrelevance, because we can’t even hold our breath, let alone a single word, any longer?
Stop fearing the expansiveness of our daughters.
There is a box. We’re wise to follow them as they push out of it.
Photo: My daughter, on the morning of her tenth birthday party, as Senator Leia Organa. #neversmile