Writings of Who Cares

I hate this part.

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This is from Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey.

I knew I wanted to get Austen’s words on my arm, so after re-reading all six major works, this line from Northanger jumped out at me; it’s a reminder to be kind to myself and that joy can be a choice you make.

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Bubble-Gum Lips and Bruises

Syrupy sweet, her drawling, “Oh honey!” rotted through my teeth. Taking it upon herself, as an unqualified psychologist, to make me feel better, Mrs. Green began extolling the virtues of life. Bleach blonde curls bobbing, she pursed bubble-gum pink lips in judgment. “Why, you’ve got your momma and school, and why, almost everything!” In the window behind her, my supposed peers frolicked about, full of innocence and life. Nobody sullied them, their mothers protected them; this I knew, as all children do, good mothers protect you. Mrs. Green tried, but this woman, this Southern Belle, could not understand. She had never seen what I had seen, or been where I had been. A part of me knew she didn’t have answers or solutions. Her cornflower blue eyes shined with naïveté and hope, I refused to destroy her innocence. So I sat silent, in thrift store hand-me-downs, with a bruise on my belly and two more on my back, watching her diamonds gleam.