I will never let a man try to tell me about myself ever again. I will never let a man think for a single second he can see into me, or through me, or for me. I’m done entertaining the notion that men can perceive even a millimeter further than what’s currently hitting them right between the eyes. The days of longing desperately for the approval of those who do not recognize me, who cannot recognize me, are long over. I will no longer flatten myself to placate you. Not anymore.