I’ve been trying to escape something I said when I was young and stupid: “There is nothing more beautiful than a beautiful woman,” back when I used to think about beauty.
We spend our whole day preparing for the following. I feel like I got bored of that curiosity and decided to just “know life” and then… I came alive. Things are beautiful to me again. I can’t be myself without explain that I am a feminist, ever. This is my hegelian dialectical…for the time being.