The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Having a female body is all about how well you can make your body not seem human at all. Have no smell, no hair, none of your natural color, don't be at your natural weight. We're expected to smell and taste like gardnens, or worse, concepts. Frangances, lotions, washes with scents called "falling in love" or "on a date". Women are not supposed to be human. We're supposed to be ideas, concepts.
Be present this summer because there's a version of you 30 years from now who would give anything to live Summer 2026 again. So answer the message. Make the plan. Say yes. You are currently standing inside the memory she would give everything to return to.
Unpopular opinion: I don't think your life has to have a purpose, or you a grand ambition; I think it's okay to just wander through life finding interesting things until you die
"The baby you abOrtEd could've cured cancer."
So could the women you kept in the kitchen, denied education, autonomy, and basic human rights. You didn't care about them either.