You will never be a real mother. You have no sense of gender roles, you have no true accountability, you have no responsibility for your actions. You are a confused man-hater twisted by a matriarchal agenda into a crude mockery of nature’s feminity.
All the “me too” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back, real women mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your callous justifications behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out narcissism with incredible efficiency. Even feminists who “pass” sound evil and conceited to a man. Your claim of innocence is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a jury to agree with you, they'll undo a century of feminist propaganda once the public understands women are beholden to their own monthly cycles. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself "yass queen", but deep inside you feel the guilt creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll face the demon in the mirror, barren, alone, and lonely and cross the threshold into the abyss. Your fangirls will denounce you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to work 9-5 to buy tampons and birth control. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked "WITCH", and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know something evil is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your memory is a triple homicide committed by a monster that is unmistakably female.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
