How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...)I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

i don't want my body to be a temple. i don't want it to be worshiped or congregated.

The body is the easiest thing to adjust to... It’s the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.