I’ve made no active thoughts about a bigger piece. It was enriching to write this. In some sense, writing my own growing pains to get to a point to accept them as being a part of me. I grew up wanting to do away w old southern women. Give me some jeans, a simple t-shirt that I cut off the sleeves, no shoes, and I’m good. I had to dress a certain way, speak a certain way, everything has a place, a time, a space. There’s a lot of structure. I hated that structure. Felt like punishment. I’ve had to grow to realize they are truly embodiments of other women just as I embody them. I’ve accepted them because I’ve accepted me. I don’t know if there is anything else I could add that would do them justice.