Can I just say, as a woman of a certain age, that I am sick to death of beautiful, smart, talented, creative young women felling shitty about themselves?
& That includes my own former self to boot.
But goddamn ladies, even broken you remake the world in astonishing ways.
What hurts my heart is that there are too many of you I’m thinking of and that my opinion can be dismissed because.
But I’m telling you I know the world, and your hot mess is the best thing in it.