The Answer Is That It Does Not Matter What Youthink, The Monster Said, Because Your Mind Will Contradict

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. 

- A Monster Calls

Want to know a disturbing statistic? You know I said that all women who have boob jobs are unwittingly part of an ongoing study; well, lots of studies are conducted using their data – health complications afterwards, further cosmetic procedures, etc. And a meta-analysis of all these studies found that women who’ve had breast enlargements are two to three times more likely to commit suicide than women who haven’t. We need to think about that. About why this is happening, about the vulnerabilities of the women who choose cosmetic surgery and the normalisation of such choices. When they asked cosmetic surgeons about this rise in suicides they didn’t understand: ‘they were happy with their operations,’ they said; ‘she didn’t show signs of depression.’ But someone who wants to have their body cut open, to pay for it, is already self-harming. Carving criticism on their body. The expense and clever doctors persuading us surgery is more reasonable than razor work in your own bathroom. Psychologists are now paying attention to this suicide increase, asking whether it could be a result of surgery or a predisposition in those who seek it. But the whole thing feels too casual to me. I wonder if a pill or tablet that made you three times more likely to kill yourself would get approval from government departments?

Animal: The Autobiography of a Female Body; Sara Pascoe

“you took a monster and taught it how to be human. what you failed to realize is how little of a difference there exists between the two. there is no alchemy to make flesh from a blade; only the whetstone, to sharpen it for the inevitable cut.”

— nature vs. nurture, round two | m.a.w  (via bluelikesmoke)

“you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent.”

— you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a (via spideromanoff)

If there is anything left to say, it is this: I would have found you anywhere. I will find you anywhere.

— Venetta Octavia, “Orbitals” from Prelude to Light