Status Updates From Two Girls, Fat and Thin

I tried to believe that Peter Pan might really come one night and fly me away; I was too old to believe this and I knew it, but I forced the bright polka-dotted canopy of this belief over my unhappy knowledge. And I tried to conform the suburban world around me to the world of Victorian London described in the book—which resulted in a jarring sensation each time I was forced to look at my true surroundings.

One of my succession of therapists used to say that “the body remembers everything,” meaning that on some level so deep you don’t even know about it, you’ve stored compressed yet vivid details of everything that’s ever happened to you, including, she was later to assert, everything in your past lives.

“Do you think all of the evil in the world can be attributed to denying an interconnected reality?” “Evil comes from denying reality.

maybe misguided (?) but soooo good, dying to talk about this with someone