In The Second Sex, Beauvoir speaks of the “eternal feminine” — that glowing, untouchable image of womanhood. Perfect beauty. Perfect patience. Perfect self-sacrifice. I used to think I just wasn’t good enough to match it. Now I understand — that image was never real. It was a portrait painted to keep women busy trying to be flawless, instead of free. When you chase an illusion, you can spend your whole life running and never get closer. Beauvoir’s words made me stop running. #Entertainment #Books #Feminism