I went to the shops without shaving my legs -

Two pale beacons flash among my skirt folds, peppered and unkempt I did attempt to bear hair. Tiny black flags waving calmly on my calves, claiming the canvass. Feminist badges flashing proudly, I smirk at dirty looks, frustrated at the bravery it took. But inside anxiety flares, irked that I’ve given my imagined enemies reason to stare.

  • My partner and I are going out tonight...we haven't gone anywhere together all year (except to buy food and to the park or out with family). What brave things have you done recently?