But normal has always felt like a lie to me, a too tight sweater we force ourselves to wear. Normal has never been too kind to women, to children, or people of color, people mired in poverty, anyone different in anyway. Normal is good for no one, really, it is a lie we all decide to believe - after even the most cursory look, no one is actually normal; it is a plastic bag we wrap around our own heads.
But normal has always felt like a lie to me, a too tight sweater we force ourselves to wear. Normal has never been too kind to women, to children, or people of color, people mired in poverty, anyone different in anyway. Normal is good for no one, really, it is a lie we all decide to believe - after even the most cursory look, no one is actually normal; it is a plastic bag we wrap around our own heads.
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