Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
*gets changed right in front of the window because i love to give back to the community*
'Why do you live in your body like you will be given another? As if it were temporary. You starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. Tell it that should be completely different. You tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. You fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart?'
'I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.'
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath