havas

I feel like no one ever talks about rural girlhood, certainly not the way they talk about rural boyhood. my childhood was full of distinct imagery, like dirt roads between school bus and house, picking flowering weeds just to twirl them in my fingers, watching my friends kiss boys when they were too young, and struggling to find a place where I could wear dresses without losing the respect of other kids. I remember wandering through trails while it was barely raining and just seeing the hints of other houses, like I was in a maze of liminal space, and any tree I passed under might be the doorway to someplace else. small town boyhood is portrayed as this kind of innocence before masculinity destroys you, but I remember my small town girlhood as privacy, the space to think, a quiet kind of imagination, an almost shared awareness with my friends of a time limit on our emotional freedom, our ability to feel close to each other without self consciousness. I don’t know. I feel like we don’t romanticize the experiences of girls, and we should.

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