My milkshake no longer brings the boys to the yard and I gotta say, thank gods. I don’t get stared at in the store. I don’t get beeped at on the road. I don’t get hustled at the bar. The male gaze has gone on to fresher pastures and I never imagined the level of relief that brings

I want a time machine to go back and slap that little-girl me in the ass and say, “Enjoy it now, kiddo, because one day….one day…..”