Stay pretty. Stay sturdy.
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I don’t have to choose between being seen as strong and being seen as soft. I can open a jar of pickled herring and twirl in a mirror. I can fix a flat tire and know exactly how to contour my jawline. Stay pretty
Today, I wore a lace-trimmed tank top under my grandfather’s old wool sweater. No one saw it but me. But I felt it. That secret softness? That’s the revolution. femboyish dane jackson