GoddessAnnaKatz

You look at Me long enough and the edges of who you were start to blur. Identity doesn’t collapse all at once. It just slowly rearranges

You act like your marriage fulfills you, but your body tells Me something else. You’re exhausted from performing strength, stability,

It’s never the body that surrenders first, it’s the ego:fragile, overinflated, terrified of pretending to be a man. And when that ego

You felt ashamed when I made you model your dress, nylons and heels for the first time, because that’s the only language your old identity