Vachon Imagined

She enters, a portrait of freedom,
her mind shaped by lessons that taught her to bend, to distract, to erase herself.
Her thoughts are matter molded; her laughter, air made visible;
her dress, life unfolding in motion—ugly, ridiculous, beautiful, all at once.

The man who sees her fully does not flinch.
He knows himself, and in that knowledge, she is safe. She is free.

Not every woman carries femininity naturally.
Some are trained to control,
and in that training, become controlled.
Yet within awareness, freedom blooms,
and the weight of what was taught dissolves into life itself.