"we pretended that the ginkgo nuts were bombs/ filled with lethal gases,// that the branches were stairs/ leading to our home with green walls/ and windows you could see out of but not into,
"Depression seeps into your body and sits like a weight on your chest and your head, on every part of you—even the parts you’ve never known."
"In both of my pink bibles, I hunted for knowledge, for evidence, for legitimacy. Would I have reached for that baby pink illustrated children’s bible if it had been a brown book of coarse pages?"
Is fashion designed to restrict and subordinate women, or can it be a source of self-identification and liberation?