What is femininity? For my taste, femininity is equated with freedom, (a little bit) anarchy, irrational, subjective and everything that can suddenly change your mind. Femininity is not a skillfully paraded softened features. Smoothness, tenderness, calm - no, even storms are feminine, and now with my fingertips I will lift the velvety veil of secret. Femininity is a beautifully presented masculinity: to jump out of the cake, and not look at it, put everything on zero and lose only if it brings victory or does not bring ... French dessert, champagne and new shoes will always be saved. Femininity means forgetting and experiencing difficulties easily, laughing a lot, sometimes crying, even because of trifles, but at serious moments it is proud to stand and look straight in the eye. To be able to love, inspire, believe in one’s own person, but enjoy being alone, and sometimes mentorly demanding to be alone. Unwillingness to comply with any framework - especially the framework of ‘femininity‘ itself. Moderate modesty, which disappears at the click, inaccessibility, titanium rod served in silk, relevance and pride, narcissism and few words, but beautiful deeds, enjoyment of life and oneself, sharp mind and lack of fashion. Its line runs perpendicular to all existing ones. A burning heart that does not belong to anyone, self-care and a prickly character that does not fit into any framework. Femininity is the happiness of being oneself and a slap in the face to standards.