Our design isn't accidental. We are damaged with purpose. By reframing our perspectives of ourselves, we allow defects to localize our light. Then, like the butterfly, we can scatter our energy into the world.
"I found kinship in the pages of Mary Wollstonecraft, Mary Shelley, Virginia Woolf, and Kate Chopin. From Hardy and Hawthorne, I learned that experiences like mine transcended time and culture. I was not alone after all, and my experience was no tragedy. It was unfortunate, but it was universal. Women had universally survived such experiences since early biblical times. I wasn't alien, after all. I was among survivors, warriors."