You’re on a dirt path in the woods. No one comes this way anymore, not if they can help it.
A woman lives at the end of the path, in a little house in the darkest part of the forest. She’s different, everyone says, but that’s the only thing the stories agree on. The baker says she has a tail. The mayor swears her teeth are longer than his hand. And the draper says, if you look straight into her eyes, you’ll never leave the woods again.
Sometimes, they call her a witch. Sometimes, they call her a monster.
You can see her house through the trees. And despite the stories - because of the stories? - you want to knock on her door.
Of course, it’s not always a woman in the woods. It’s also the girl with enough assurance to talk back to wolves. The junior business executive who wears her hair long and blonde (“no one will take you seriously like this - why don’t you cut it?”) or the new bride with a pixie cut (“don’t you want your husband to think you’re beautiful?”)
It’s being too young or too old, too sexy or too prudish... no matter your age or what you wear.
It’s breaking expectations...and breaking the rules.