To Be A Woman

There are days I wish I was born a man. Not because I’m not comfortable in my own skin, but because I have to work twice, if not thrice, as hard to prove myself and to reassure others of who I am. My whole life has been spent pushing boulders up hills to satisfy some sick notion of society only to do it all over again just when I think I’ve made progress.

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