I was telling myself that it was okay, it was worth it, no big deal, a few hours of my life, whatever. And it wasn’t even a few hours of my life, it was a few hours of my body’s life, which was separate from me. I’d been training for this, after all; every girl has. Why else do they teach us to hate our bodies, to treat them as expensive machines? Then it’s easy to do whatever you have to do, since you’re not really involved; everything’s happening on the outside, but inside you’re completely untouched.
