“I wanted to be like that: hard and boney, a body full of fuck-you’s.”
“In the beauty parlor, I watch my ringlets collect like dark, bushy tumbleweeds on the checkered floor.”
Shaving pubic hair. Accepting mother’s advice. Can a woman (or a horse) own her experience of the world?
“I wanted to finally be free from the anxiety of wondering if I would be seen as attractive, or seen at all.”
I’ll go through the egg-freezing procedure that will give me the chance of maybe, one day, having a child.
“Who is responsible for and to this woman, her safety, her body, her memory?”