I am a woman.
Sometimes I'm soft and pliant, sometimes I'm assertive, sometimes I'm aggressive.
Sometimes I wear men's clothes.
Sometimes I yank on the Spanx and shimmy in a wiggle dress.
I don't shave my legs. Sometimes I trim my pits. Makeup? Excuse me while I cross my legs and laugh.
I've squeezed a few awesome human beings out of my body. I bear the scars and lifelong consequences of doing so with a mixture of pride, acceptance and distress.
I reclaim 'brave and stunning'.