I don’t want to be a “girl’s girl”. I want to chug whiskey by rivers and jump in naked when I get drunk enough. I want to puff on cigars on rooftops, my freshly shaved legs dangling over the side. I want to roll in the dirt in pastel colored dresses and swing dance in a leather jacket. I want coffee breath, city eyes, and lips that leave a red scar on every beer glass. I don’t want is to be your idea of a girl - soft and fragile, with wings that can easily fold into the neat confines of a box. I want to shake my feathers and reveal colors you never knew I could have.
"When are you going to start a family?"
"After the Olympics I’m going to start thinking about kids."
"Do you have a schedule?"
"It’s all in God’s hands. You can’t make a detailed plan for it. But I am thinking about it, I do want kids now."
"And who’s the wife?"
"You can make a baby without a wife (smiles).""