And the claws come out

I would better identify with an estranged kitten turned tigress based on a vicious turn of events.  A deep soft purr turned into a loud nerve provoking roar.

These days my nails are longer because i want them to be, professional dress code out the window i have decided that my raw sexual/feminine presence is much more important. Meshed with all the professional suits, the dark colors, the sleek and down tuned versions of beauty i have decided to stand out. What is the use of being 20 something and made to fear my own individuality. Made to feel like I should hide from it like some sort of plague threatening my femininity...

Copyrights do not belong to me.

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Hold on, hiding from it is the very existing threat i face daily as a woman who was, still is and forever wants to be in touch with her feminine side. So hello long wine red colored nails- don't get me wrong perfectly manicured- , hello dark red lipstick, and farewell suffocating hairbands.

I have come into my own, i am embracing the transformation into the wild tigress i always was.

With all the love of a woman fighting for her soul,

A.