How strange that in my thoughts I should accept of myself that as a woman, I was a charge, belonging to another, not permitted to come and go unaccounted for.

There was some kind of inherent evil lurking in me, like I couldn't be trusted because I was a woman.

As a diminutive woman I didn’t take any offense at all at sometimes being referred to as ‘the weaker vessel’, but Magali was almost comically enraged by it.

No matter how I humbled myself I couldn’t be satisfied and fulfilled as this insignificant and silent woman.