I love to see women take up space.

I love it when they wear bright colored eyeliner and laugh loudly and wear shoes that click-clack down quiet hallways and wear perfume that lingers in the room after they've left.

I am here, they say. Look at me. See me. I exist.

I envy that confidence with which they claim their place in the world.

I envy that ease with which they say, you will not ignore me.