let people reintroduce themselves to you, even your closest friends. let them reintroduce their hobbies, dreams, and soul. familiarity shouldn't be a cage. love them for who they are now, not just who they were then.
the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
smth so uniquely depressing about watching the women around you succumb to and eventually perpetrate patriarchal values and traditions, give up their dreams and resent it, yet tell the everyone that it was the only choice. and equally haunting is the idea that this could be you.
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