Friday, August 30, 2024
You may feel sorry for yourself, but I do not pity you. You have done what is required to live truly. You have sacrificed what was necessary in order to find me, and to truly see me for what I am. You have shattered the illusion of what you thought you had to be.
Death is the only certainty in this life. Change is the only constant. If you find yourself stagnant, stuck, unchanging - there is something amiss. Even dead corpses rot away into the earth. Everything shapeshifts. Everything moves.
If you find yourself suffocating in clothes that are too tight, throw them out. No need to power through needless, false obligations. To whom are you obligated? A man? A god? Throw it all the way out.
This is the essence and source of fortitude of the "false feminine." Everything that motivates her is a falsehood. Everything she believes is a lie. These lies trap her, force her into changeless servitude. She dyes her roots and poisons her eyes to remain young. She starves herself and exhausts herself to stay attractive. She pays men to cut her open and sew her into tighter skin to hide the truth that she has brought life into this world. Why? To whom is she obligated?
So no, child, I do not feel sorry for you, and I sincerely hope that someday you will see your story in a different light.
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