“I leaned my head against the warm red rock and closed my eyes. 'One day, Perseus, as I was walking through my village, my legs gave way, I literally couldn't walk. I'd become so exposed, so sad, so desperate to press away the creeping conviction that i was doing something wrong, that my legs refused to work. The villagers made a crescent round me, but not one of them came to my help. My sisters were still out in the water gathering their nets. I wanted to be a fish. I wanted to be caught and grilled by my sisters, then eaten to tiny bits inside their stomachs. Hidden forever, never to be me again. But despite the villager's bullying, and Poseidon's pestering, no: I never went in the water.' 'You were brave,' said Perseus I thought about this. 'I would have bee just as brave as a person even if I'd given in.” True Author:Jessie Burton, Medusa
“When beauty's assigned you as a gir it somehow becomes the essenceof your being. It takes over everthing else you might be. When you're a boy, it never dominates who you can be” BeautyFeminism Author:Jessie Burton, Medusa