My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.
Ann AguirreMy heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
Ann AguirreHe'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
Ann AguirreSo I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.
Ann Aguirre