And you give your body away with the hope that your skin has enough stretch left in it to once more recreate, and remold yourself into what they want us to be, and yet we ask for the respect that we forget to give ourselves because we've given the power to someone else. I can't handle it. I wish I could tell you that you're beautiful, and know for damn sure that all the way down to the bone you understand it.
- R. M. Broderick
