I Believe In Irony. And If V-day

Do You Say That Tree Isn't Pretty Cause It Doesn't Look Like That Tree? We're All Trees. You're A Tree. I'm A Tree. You've Got To Love Your Body, Eve. You've Got To Love Your Tree. Love Your Tree. (leah)

What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

Look, You Do Everything In Stages, Right? I Don't Think Everything Happens At Once. There Are So Many Layers We Are Constantly Chipping Away At, Down And Down And Down, Closer And Closer To What Would Be The Body. I Think What Happened With Cancer, Was That I Woke Up Out Of Nine Hours Of Surgery And I Was Body. I Was Just Body.

Why Don't We Bring Everyone Up To Be Caring And Compassionate, To Believe That We Are Connected With Everyone And Everything Around Us?

Anorexia Was My Attempt To Have Control Over My Body And Manipulate My Body And Starve My Body And Shape My Body. It Was Not A Very Good Relationship. It Was The Sort Of Relationship My Father Had To My Body. It Was A Tyrannical, "you'll Do What I Tell You" Relationship.