Thursday, July 22, 2010

who knows what she would do

what if she doesn't worry about her body and eats enough for all the growing she has to do? she might rip her stockings and slam-dance on a forged ID to the pogues, and walk home barefoot, holding her shoes, alone at dawn; she might baby-sit in a battered women's shelter one night a month; she might skateboard down lombard street with its seven hairpin turns, or fall in love with her best friend and do something about it, or lose herself for hours gazing into test tubes with her hair a mess, or climb a promontory with the girls and get drunk at the top, or sit down when the pledge of allegiance says stand, or hop a freight train, or take lovers without telling her last name, or run away to sea. she might revel in all the freedoms that seem so trivial to those who could take them for granted; she might dream seriously the dreams that seems so obvious to those who grew up with them really available. who knows what she would do? who knows what it would feel like?
-the beauty myth, naomi wolf


Brittany Joy said...

uggggggh. its beautiful!

Carrie said...

I love this! I have to add this book to my post-grad reading list! Seriously.

meesh_mosh said...

i'm stealing (borrowing?) this. it's absolutely beautiful.