Within one woman, a lineage of women is entangled. Every woman carries within her all the eggs she will ever have, by the time she is four months in the womb. Literally connecting her existence to that of her ancestors, each of us has spent five months within our grandmothers' wombs, linking us to the collective experience of womanhood and its burdens. The physical body of a woman holds a sentiment of confinement. “If only I were a man” are words echoing through generations, capturing a pervasive yearning for liberation.