I don't think I know a single woman who knows what she looks like.
The past can be tamed and controlled.
It's the perpetually unfinished quality of housework that makes it oppressive - it never ends, like bad psychoanalysis, or a dream interrupted. It is paradoxically true that it is exactly this daily re-creation of the world that lends housekeeping its nobility and romance.
In the face of evil, detachment is a dubious virtue.
truth ... is the first casualty of tyranny.
it's perfectly possible to hate one's fat and to love one's body at the same time.