I want to be the type of girl who wakes up each morning and takes the light as an invitation; a summons to sample, explore, and conquer all that every minute has to offer until the night coaxes her back to sleep.

I want to strap my feet into stilettos and paint my lips stark red and laugh without hesitation and fill my head with philosophy and science instead of nonsense and doubt.

I want to fuck unapologetically, to bask in the glory of my femaleness, to never be ashamed of my desires, dark as they may be. 

I want to stand on my own two feet, to have the confidence and sense to draw my own conclusions, but the eye to recognize a better one. 

I want to be out of the ordinary, quirky, cute, irresistible.

Why?

For Him, because I can’t truly offer Him the best of my world until I can offer it to myself.