Nicole🚬

@introvertedreader

“It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.” || Welcome to my book blog everyone! I'm Nicole, and I'm a huge lover of books and all things nerdy! Here you will find edits I have made for fandoms I support as well as book reviews from some of the books I've read this year. My IG is @IntrovertedReader and I look forward to having you guys tag along with me!

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i’m pretty sure my blog is not that good, but i’m losing a lot of followers :(

mbf me (no likes please)

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reblog this before august 29th, 2015

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i’ll follow a lot of blogs, i promise

fishingboatproceeds

Jeb Bush is right. We don’t need half a billion dollars for women’s health issues (which is around $3.15 per American woman per year). We need much, much more.

In the U.S., the disparities in women’s health care between rich and poor women, and between white women and women of color, are just absolutely astounding.

We know that in the U.S., poor women diagnosed with breast cancer are more likely to die of it than rich women.

And we know that black women are almost twice as likely to die from cervical cancer than white women.

Why? According to the National Cancer Institute, “The disproportionate burden of cervical cancer in Hispanic/Latino and African American/Black women is primarily due to a lack of screening. In an effort to understand this disparity in cervical cancer screening, NCI conducted a study of regions within the United States where cervical cancer incidence rates are high. They found that cervical cancer rates reflected a larger problem of unequal access to health care.”

We need more public investment in women’s health to close these gaps. Making access to pap smears and other screening measures more expensive will worsen health disparities in the U.S. and will result in the death of more poor women.

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lanamills

You love her, don’t you?

Yeah, I do.

neitherheavenorhell

And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.