I Have A Temper On Me That

People Don't Associate Red Hair, Pale Skin, And Freckles With Beauty.

It's Everywhere, Constant Criticism Of Women's Appearance In Magazines And Online. It's Not Easy To Navigate.

I Wouldn't Say That Cutting Was Pleasurable, But There Is A Sense Of Euphoria That Follows Cutting Yourself. The Quick Pinch Of Pain And The Sight Of Blood Snaps You Back To The Surface And You Start To Appreciate Being Alive.

I've Got No Timetable. I'm Sort Of Sick Of Timetables, To Be Honest.

We're Living In A Time When People Are Struggling To Appear Perfect.