I wrote this over the summer and it seemed relevant as I look to my strong young women to continue their growth and development.
On Sunday night Addie went to bed with a sore throat. I didn’t think much of it except that it wasn’t getting better and then she spent the night tossing and turning, as her body started to feel like fire. When 6 rolled around and we needed to wake up for camp she wasn’t having it.
“Why did you say sorry?” she repeated.
“Oh,” she responded… and in that moment I realized as much as I call myself a feminist, I still in trapped by the confines that women are brought up in, and that so many of us are still tied to. We are so goddamn sorry for being. We’re sorry we have questions. We’re sorry we want to know more. We’re just sorry for existing most of the time.