Waking up feeling like I can breathe. In other words, I am not being held down by past demons that take the shape of men who have done me wrong. I want the freedom to walk down the sidewalks without worrying about being catcalled. Without fear of violence. Without being scared to show skin or to not show skin. Without holding my keys in between my knuckles. Without pretending to be on the phone. Without deeming myself to be less than just because I occupy a space called “female”. This is what I dream of freedom as.

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.