Jennifer Smith

“What, am I supposed to feel guilty?" I say.

He looks confused. "Guilty?"

"That I feel fine for once? That I'm not limping and moaning around? Dragging my leg like Briana? Lying on the floor, crying into my ears when everyone else around me rolls their eyes? I'm supposed to feel bad that I'm better now? I'm supposed to cry over a little cut. To what? To make you feel like I'm not a monster. I need to perform my little bit of pain for you so you'll know I'm human?"

"Miranda, I didn't mean—"

"But not too much pain, am I right? Not too much, never too much. If it was too much, you wouldn't know what to do with me, would you? Too much would make you uncomfortable. Bored. My crying would leave a bad taste. That would just be bad theater, wouldn't it? A bad show. You want a good show. They all do. A few pretty tears on my cheeks that you can brush away. Just a delicate little bit of ouch so you know there's someone in there. So you don't get too scared of me, am I right? So you know I'm still a vulnerable thing. That I can be brought down if need be.”
― Mona Awad, All's Well

“No virtue breeds as much trouble as honesty.”
― Jonathan Janz, Veil

“Don’t trade one kind of blindness for another.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Hence, any theory that cannot be shared in everyday conversation cannot be used to educate the public.”
― bell hooks, Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom