It was six years in October and I can’t even explain how many fucks I’ve stopped giving about how anyone else thinks I should be female adulting.

Also, I’ve stopped noticing how other women do it.

Weird, since for my entire adult life, I was primarily focused on what you should do differently and what you thought I should do differently.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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