Just Being Me

Jane said, “My mom says she feels like a truck ran her over when she gets her period.”

“Gee,” said Evan, “When did she get run over by a truck? Say, what does it feel like being a woman?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You’re a woman.”

“I just feel like me. I mean, that’s sort of a dumb question, isn’t it? I’m myself and I don’t feel like being not myself. I am, objectively speaking, female, but I don’t feel like an un-individualized woman. I’m just me, and that’s enough for me. I don’t try to feel like I’m something else, too, to try to add more to me, which would really be a taking away from me. Too many people try to feel, or pretend, that they’re something other than themselves. I guess they’re afraid to be themselves. I’m not afraid to be me. I love being me.”

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