"We feel ashamed of ourselves for the way we cry during sex, or how we can never quite remember..."

“We feel ashamed of ourselves for the way we cry during sex, or how we can never quite remember whether our toothbrush is blue or green so consequently we always end up using someone else’s. We hate the dimples in our thighs, our buckteeth that show through when we laugh. But what we don’t realize is that we try on so many bodies throughout the years; we are all the people we’ve ever been. Like grade school notes passed between classes, we discard some of them. They get thrown in the gutter or driven over by a bus on a rainy day. But there are other bodies, bodies that we keep: these are the notes we treasured the most, the ones with the loopy l’s and dotted i’s, the ones that were stained with oily fingerprints from re-reading them so much. These are the bodies that we eventually grow into and wear like a favorite sweater. These are the ones that remain with us even after we are placed in the ground.”

- You Are All The People You’ve Ever Been by writingsforwinter