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My whole life, femininity has been messy, and scattered and clustered. 

Like a million little trinkets constantly on the verge of crashing into one another.

Femininity is consumerism.

It’s being sold creams and clutter and clothes with the promise of being perfectly ladylike.

But being ladylike is being neat and tidy and minimal. 

It’s a clean room wrapped in a bow.

An empty box you mustn’t fill. 

My clutter is an act of resistance.

A way for me to take up space by hoarding the pieces of me that the world refuses to make room for.

My clutter is a collage.

A mosaic of mess, that if you squint enough, and turn your head a little to the right, maybe you’ll see me.