something about how elphaba has never been able to perform femininity to the same level as her peers - her green skin a clash to delicate florals, never given the same parental pampering as her sister, girlhood is something at which she will always fail. instead she embraces her non-conformity, chooses the simultaneous safety and isolation of an all-black wardrobe and steps into her own expression, all structure and angles and rigidity.
something about how elphaba has never been able to mask her neurodivergence to blend in with her peers - her mind both mystery and threat, she buries its beautiful eccentricities and its powerful strangeness. yet still it leaks out when she is passionate about something, when someone she loves is in danger; her particularity overflows its haphazard cage, magic and emotion twirling in protective harmony, always part of her.
something about how performing cis-normativity and masking neurodivergence are so often one and the same. and the way they fear us when the mask falls.
