Down the Drain

by Julia Fox

“Now that we’re on the subject, Ace’s been calling me, but I swear I don’t answer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask her, my suspicions raised after having been betrayed by my supposed friends before. Liana shrugs. “He kills the vibe, bro.” Fair enough.

I think about how the night before Ace turned himself in we stayed up watching Adam Sandler movies. Now I’m going to be in a movie with Adam Sandler. I have a permanent smile on my face for the rest of the evening as I think about what this means for my future.

I don’t want men to like me anymore. I’m over it. I’m reclaiming my body and rejecting the notion that I exist only to be visually pleasing.

Because the truth is, anyone who is someone first started out as a delusional dreamer.