I like to think, that one day, I could be something a little bit formidable. It takes years to master it, of that I have no doubt. But to be a woman, not only of substance, but of power, that’s the plan.
Perhaps power isn’t really the right word. What I mean is the ability to be incisive and honest, perhaps even a bit barbed, while simultaneously being utterly captivating. That’s the bit that takes the work, I reckon.
In case you might want an example of who I’m really referring to – here’s the best of the lot:
Yes. That’s what I’d like to be when I grow up, thank you very much.
Charismatic, intelligent, effortless, expressive, perhaps a bit intimidating, wise, borderline regal, fabulous, with cheekbones for days.
That. That’s what I want to be. And for these words on scorn, I have found my heroine: