“I rebelled by spending time with the men instead, but I carried the teachings in my very own body: only a man matters. A woman means nothing unless she can edge her way into a man’s story. This is how oppression thrives in disguise: We pass the lies to our children, embracing away their strength. We teach them the same old story, even when the script has run dry. We think we have long since rejected society’s boundaries because we own our own thoughts and desires. But we own nothing. We are carried always in a larger tide.”