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In my first concrete memories, I am young but already annoyed.
“Do not let what anyone says about you determine how you feel about yourself.”
Maybe she lived free from all this pressure, this sense that she lived or died by how good she was at something.
“Because you are not yet who you will one day be.”
I looked up at him, my guarded heart opening ever so slightly.
Maybe Marco and I would never go out to dinner. Maybe I was not the sort of girl who became a girlfriend at all. Maybe I was the type of girl you kissed when no one was looking and that was it. If that was the case, then fine. I would not demean myself enough to want more. But that did not mean I could not have the rest, that my body did not deserve what he could give it.
No matter how good I was on the court, I was never good enough for the public.
After I hang up the phone, I sit there holding on to the receiver, not yet letting it go.
“I will be perfectly nice to his face, you know that,” he says. “But it is my God-given right to complain about him behind his back.”
One of the great injustices of this rigged world we live in is that women are considered to be depleting with age and men are somehow deepening.
“You know what my heart is—no, my soul? It’s like an old mattress that’s been bounced on so many times that now, if you put your hand on it, it leaves a permanent imprint. That’s what my soul is now. Just a big old mattress showing every dent.”
“Bowe, I’ve heard it enough times; I don’t need it from you too. Nobody likes me––I get it.” Bowe catches my gaze. “I always liked you.”
I
roll my eyes. “Being attracted to me and liking me are two...
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Some men’s childhoods are permitted to last forever, but women are so often reminded that there is work to be done.
You can change, I think. Just because you want to.
My heart hurts when you hurt because you are my heart.”
“No, you want my honest opinion to be the exact thing you need to hear.”
This is the tiniest beginning of a terrible, beautiful whole new life.
