“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.”
― Carl Sagan
Pledge to the printed page.
Women have hair all over their bodies. Their arms, their legs, their backs, their necks, their cheeks, their abdomens, their chests, everywhere. Why does this shock people.
Because most of us see literally zero representation of this reality besides ourselves — leaving so many of us feeling disgusting and dirty just for inhabiting our own skin.