Before I stepped out I looked at my outfit in the mirror: a white shirt with a square neckline from Aritzia, floral-patterned shorts with frilly hems that I bought with my grandma last spring. It seemed miraculous that I could wear this outside, after the long persistent winter. Also I thought I looked cute !
"Male suffering is tragic and urges society to mobilize to alleviate it, while female suffering is a shortcoming — a personal failure." Curious, I've always thought it the opposite. Perhaps neither is true, idk.