Essentially,
if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed,
then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or
struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved
and sacred. We are all terrible and brilliant. I can list all
the things that can make a girl want to escape her own body
(re: patriarchy). But I’d rather list all the things
that make me want to stay in my body, and adorn it like a
home, rub oils into my skin, tell it how sorry I am for
trying to leave, for trying to hurt it into
submission.
— Warsan Shire
