seafoamwaltz:

“What does it matter if I wore my skirt short, my hair stacked high, my eyeliner black and thick, if my long earrings jangled when I ran and I wore a padded bra under my gold lamé blouse or no bra at all under a sheer one? When I danced naked in my apartment or stripped on a mountain and made love amid ferns and conifers, I was like all the other animals. And I say the body is a golden chalice filled with guts and menstrual blood. Every living cell is holy, radiant as a stained-glass window with sunlight streaming through. So what does it matter how many men wanted me? What does it matter if I had my way?”

— Lucille Lang Day, Looking Back (via holdonmagnolia)