Sorry Sweetie, thats on you
I am a fucking woman, I feel like a woman and my life experiences as this moment in the here and now are of a fucking woman. So why do people have the need to approach conversations about imposter syndrome with me?
Because You think, that I think I fucking doubt myself, but im the most sure in the fucking room. I am supposed to be here, i dont need to say that myaself, and I dont need to say that to you.
I will not let you trample over my existence for the purpose of self satisfaction, because sorry sweetie thats on you.
You are hyper analytical of me because you wish, you wish you didnt hate yourself, you wish you loved yourself as much as i love myself.
Can we be honest here? I'm a woman, I know the tricks, I know the tones, I know the tools, I am not dumb, clueless or left out, you wanna put me there, fine, you pretend , Im here- not going anyway which way except up.
Women often talk about the smallness, the quietness, the societal standards, but I know the strongest women, cis or trans, and I know the women who do not argue with your models of feminity, so dont place them like Im the one whose odd.
Youre the odd one for not catching up, how are you not emobloden to exist freely? its your life not your boyfriends, not your bosses, not your bullshit you been fed.
Do you know why its not hard for me to be consumed by attitude standards? because men invented them!
I see the control, the pressing down, the need to force in submission and after all
men do to transwomen in public what they do to cis women in private.
I have to have bite, or wont survive, so next time you bring up imposter syndrome, fuck you, get therapy girl, I belong here.
your attitude doesnt.