I love this poem.

and my steampunk-y mary janes are my combat boots.

My combat boots are shape-changing. They can be flat walking shoes or old snow boots (I need new ones!), they can be the cutest little ankle boot or knee-high boots with kitten heels.

StereoNacht: +1

This somehow reminded me of Kamala Khan's first encounter with Ms. Marvel's "classical, non PC uniform": the boot pinches, the hair got in her face, and the leotard is giving her a giant wedgie.

It's not what you wear that makes you a hero; it's what you wear when you are heroic that makes it a hero's uniform.

Now, that bit about all women being my sisters... It doesn't prevent me from trying to put some sense in them when they are being silly, does it?