- Bill Simmons, The Book of Basketball (via slackmo)
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex…
this was lovely.
This is both warming my girl-center and too on the artificially buttoned nose.
Cheryl Strayed talks about being photoshopped.
beauty ideals can mess with even the most confident, talented, lovely and spirited women.
they continue to do their best to teach us that we’re not enough.
appreciate Strayed talking us through the experience of looking at yourself in a magazine and having a stranger staring back.
What I am telling you is that you do not need to know to love, and it is right that you feel it all in any moment. And it is right that you see it through—that you are amazed, then curious, then belligerent, then heartbroken, then numb. You have the right to all of it. You must want to own all of it. We will try to ward you away. We will try to explain to you that we have already walked that path. We will try to tell you that we have made your mistakes. We will claim that we are trying to spare you. But you will see our greed and self-service hiding behind our words. You will see us ward you away with one hand, while the other still shakes at the memories. Here is the thing—you have the right to every end of your exploration and no motherfucker anywhere can tell you otherwise.
this piece is so lovely it hurts.
“you have to be a beast; that’s the only way they respect you.”