If I had a magic wand that I could wave over all the women in my life who are riddled with self-doubt, I would.
I wouldn’t need the beautiful gown, the glass slippers and the up-do that comes with the wand. I would just take that wand, dressed and coiffed however I happen to be in a day, and fucking use it.
I would visit every country of this world and wave that wand over every single woman who suffers. Every woman who is left feeling worthless or less than, or incapable of being herself.
Ok, I know that’s a dream. But dreaming is good. It clarifies what we want for ourselves and our world and it defines what we are prepared to do to get it.
