It gets tiresome saying this, but I will once again. SMILE ladies, Smile.
One of my biggest frustrations is when one of you puts your photo up and somehow I can look clear through to your very souls and see the pain, fear, lack of entitlement that lurks there; though poorly hidden.
Do what every young girl does. Spend time in front of the mirror, lots of it; time that is. Some of you seem to think you look more like the front end of a locomotive than a woman, but there is actually only one difference between a born woman and us, and that is entitlement!
LOOK into the mirror and search for your very soul, draw her out no matter how reticent she is, bring her into the daylight, and allow her to live. Allow her to live joyfully because for many of us our time will be outrageously short.
I did not come out voluntarily, and when I did, they took everything including my very will to live. So much for their brand of God! So, having wept for months, plead with them, and confronted their absolute lack of mercy, I realised that they were made of the same stuff that burned people at the stake.
So, when I did come out of the fog and what felt like the fires of hell, I decided that I would go on and do the very best I could to make a go of it, even when I felt as if I had the death wound.
So, then if I was going to be a woman, I would be the very best woman I could; make the bastards pay; let them see that I was deliriously happy.
So, ladies, this is your moment! Take it and be the best, most happy woman you can now. Do this for me won't you? Reach deep inside your souls and pull that shy little girl out and give her all the entitlement that you possess within you.
Look at the mirror, and pull those lips up, raise those eyebrows, open your eyes and be happy in spite of the fact that other times you may be dying inside. Capture this one moment for yourself.