That confidence comes from a combination of the way my arm makes me feel and the way people react to it.
I’m more likely to let loose and dance in clubs, talk to strangers, and flirt with women.
I love its jet-black forearm and carbon fiber hand.
It’s functional—it helps me hold my purse, zip up my jacket, and open my wallet—and it makes me feel attractive.
Now, I’m confident enough to eat a huge breakfast beforehand and—thanks to my feminist understanding of body positivity—flaunt my curves.