La guía de la dama para las enaguas y la piratería

Softness can be an armor, even if it isn't my armor.

I want to tell her I've spent my whole life learning to be my own everything because... I have spent so long building up my fortress and learning to tend it alone, because if I didn't feel I needed anyone, then I wouldn't miss them if they weren't there. I couldn't be neglected if I was everything to myself. But now, those fortifications suddenly feel like prison walls, high and barbed and impossible to cross.

Your beauty is not a tax you are required to pay to take up space in the world

How is it, I wonder, that the brain and the heart can be so at odds and yet have such a profound effect upon the functions of the other?

simpering and simple, my two least favorite things for a woman to be, but the two things men like most.

No one calls a girl spirited or opinionated or intimidating or any of those words you can pretend are complimentary and means it to be. They're all just different ways of calling her a bitch.

... But also to be a woman alone in the world. My character was forged by independence and self.suficiency in the face of loneliness, so I assumed the tools for survival were already in my kit, it was just a matter of learning to use them. But not only do I not have the tools. I have no plans and no supplies and seems to be working in a different medium entirely. And because I'm a woman, I'm forced to do it all with my hands tied behind my back.

No eres una tonta y mereces estar aquí. Mereces ocupar espacio en este mundo.

¿Y si soy la única que apuesta a mi porque todos, excepto yo, pueden ver que no estoy hecha en absoluto para jugar?

En compañía de
mujeres así –filosas como diamantes en bruto, pero con manos y corazones
suaves, que no son fuertes a pesar de todo, sino poderosas debido a todo–
me siento invencible. Cada grieta, surco o vendaval nos ha hecho rudas,
valientes e imposibles de derrotar. Somos montañas, o tal vez templos, con
cimientos que podrían sobrevivir al fin de los tiempos