I don’t have to prove my feminity to everyone, especially to the people who treated me like shit.
I am just a gender devoided person inside a woman’s body. I like wearing makeup sometimes, sometimes Kohl rimmed eyes look so ravishing to me. I am not a part of the judgment and banning brigade.
I never asked a guy to prove his masculinity and I won’t, ever. It’s not his job to safeguard me or treat me like a feline creature. For me, all the men I had had once loved, were also like spirits inside a Male’s body. I’d rather be a humanist than being a feminist.
I am just trying to save my inner self for me. I don’t want them to drag the veil of my soul on thorny bushes.
I am wild, I am a non-conformist and a narcissist. I can’t conceal my innermost self anymore for their comfort.