I am not afraid to consider myself a feminist, even though the word has a negative connotation in a world where it is hard to not offend anyone. It is about equality of the genders and not a radical idea trying to convert everyone with a vagina into a man hating mob. The first time I was unconsciously introduced to the concept of feminism was far before I called myself a feminist and or could properly understand what was meant by that term.
Changing, moving, going away. Are often words that make you understand what bittersweet means. They are by no means indicators of evil but letting go and shifting away from the past isn’t an easy act. I know some people won’t admit it, yet leaving behind what formed and created you is always hard. No matter how much you enjoy facing what may come, there is still the backdrop of your life known as the past.