Every woman needs a season where nobody knows what she’s doing. Not her ex. Not her friends. Not social media. Just her, God, and the plan. Some blessings grow better in silence, and everybody don’t deserve access to the version of you that’s still being built.
I would say happy birthday, America, but unfortunately I love abortions and immigrants and public education and universal healthcare and Black people and the environment and not bombing children with my tax dollars.