about the rabbit heart

I believe in strong girls and fragility.
lately, what caused most sparkle in me were the voices and actions of smart and strong girls of the now.
I read amazing interviews and simone de beauvoir and meet girls that I could fill pages with in my notebooks because they materialize stardust dreams burning with energy and faith.
the irritating thing about feminism or the reception of it seems to be a picture that is stuck in people's heads.
still, strongness seems to be related with masculinity which I think is a fatal error.
with one of the feminist maximes being 'the personal is political', it is all about the singular choice, not following another mainstream image because it grants more acceptance.
I've seen lionesses in lace dresses and warriors with cotton candy nails and bows in their hair.
or those who are teacup-sized and blonde, if you want the personal.
I don't believe strength is about being loud or tall or agressive.
sometimes being strong means being fragile because it means not turning to stone but actually caring for something and throwing yourself into a universe of beautiful mess.
the truth is, some of us are very breakable and the only way is not being afraid of the occasional crackle that is a bone or the heart but knowing about it.
I'm not sure about a lot of things but I'd rather find out about the sure and the unsure myself than letting someone teach me their truth and following a path that is not mine, how enlightened it may be.
and all I might have is a rabbit heart and porcelain fists but they are my own and I will use them for whatever I believe in.

dress courtesy of romwe
photography by fanny latour-lambert