I’ve always related to Catwoman — she’s the patron saint of elegant danger, controlled chaos, and women who refuse to apologize for having claws. There’s something about her ability to move through the world with equal parts grace and grit that feels… familiar. She’s complicated in the way real women are complicated: soft when she chooses, sharp when she must.
That said, we’d have to negotiate her diet. I don’t like milk. Or mice. So clearly some adjustments would need to be made. But the spirit of her? The autonomy, the edge, the refusal to be tamed — that part fits just fine.
Catwoman: The patron saint of elegant danger, controlled chaos, and women who refuse to apologize for having claws ❤️
Cover image is a photo of me, put into Jetpack, “imagined” as Catwoman : )
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DISCLAIMER: These are my personal experiences and opinions. Nothing here is medical, nutritional, or therapeutic advice. Also, I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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