I had diverged, digressed, wandered, and become wild. - Cheryl Strayed

Our most meaningful relationships are often those that continued beyond the juncture at which they came closest to ending.

He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.

What's on the other side of the tiny gigantic revolution in which I move from loathing to loving my own skin? What fruits would that particular liberation bear?
We don't know-as a culture, as a gender, as individuals, you and I. The fact that we don't know is feminism's one true failure. We claimed the agency, we granted ourselves the authority, we gathered the accolades, but we never stopped worrying about how our asses looked in our jeans.