Everything's Trash, But It's Okay

by Phoebe Robinson

Anyway, as I was saying, women are conditioned to waste hours, days, weeks, months (although, truth be told, it’s most likely years) doubting, undermining, and ultimately hating parts, if not all, of themselves based solely on “problems” with their bodies that can be solved by buying products from an industry that invented these problems in the first place. How fucking convenient.

The days of me behaving and believing that my life is an imposition on others is over. And I want that to be true for every woman alive. We belong here, society, so get used to it, or you can take your sorry ass home.