When I got engaged at 27, everyone congratulated me like I’d won a Nobel. I smiled for the pictures. I picked the dress. I said yes to a life that looked like every rom-com I grew up watching. But I kept hearing this sentence from The Second Sex echo in my head. Not because I didn’t love him—but because I realized how deeply I’d been shaped to see love as the final achievement. As if everything before was just the prelude. That line cracked something in me. It made me start asking new questions: Who am I, outside of someone’s partner? What would I have built, if I wasn’t waiting to be chosen? #Entertainment #Books #Feminism