Marie Duthoo

“If you have to perform a level of “prettiness” in order to be chosen by someone, they are choosing you based on your objective beauty. I get that you crave to be chosen by someone based on more than how you look. You want to be chosen for your entire self. Darling, as long as you spend your years chasing male validation, you will exhaust yourself all the way to your grave. Because male validation is a bottomless pit. It won’t ever see you how you deserve to be seen. Stop chasing it. Stop trying to attract it. Stop trying to mould yourself into a palatable Floss. It will consume you and spit you back out once it’s done using you. Your main goal in life is not to be “chosen” by a man anyway. It’s all a big lie. You don’t actually need men for anything. Or at the very least, not in the capacity you’ve been made to think you do.”
― Florence Given, Women Don't Owe You Pretty

“Exactly, it’s not your problem. A lot of straight men don’t actually know who they are if they aren’t able to “provide” for women. You might find yourself subconsciously doing all kinds of ridiculous things to fluff their egos. For example, pretending you don’t know a lot about a subject, just so he can explain it to you. Society rewards women who don’t have to be told to stay in their lane. It loves women who just readily accept their gender roles and conform, the ones who don’t challenge its regime. Doing little things to please men will afford you a lot of advantages.”
― Florence Given, Women Don't Owe You Pretty

“Up until now we have been bombarded with the same stories that either make us subconsciously hate ourselves or hate others. It’s time to change the narrative, and the power lies in your hands. Consume diverse content. Reinvigorate those tired taste buds.”
― Florence Given, Women Don't Owe You Pretty

“Lise vroeg zich af waarom mensen dat deden, terugdenken aan vroeger, en of het ergens tegen hielp. Zij deed het bijna nooit. Misschien omdat vroeger voor haar nog niet zo lang geleden was. Of omdat ze zich zo weinig herinnerde, zelfs de momenten vastgelegd op foto leken haar eigenlijk een ander te zijn overkomen. Of omdat ze toen een kutkind was, dat kon ook.”
― Griet Op de Beeck, Let op mijn woorden