"We each get just a few years to be perfect.  That's what I'd been sold.  To be young and smooth and decorative and collectible.  I was missing my window, I could feel it pulling at my navel (my obsessively hidden, hated navel), and I scrabbled, desperate and frantic.  Deep down, in my honest places, I knew it was already gone - I had stretch marks and cellulite long before twenty - but they tell you that if you hate yourself hard enough, you can grab a tail feather or two of perfection."
-Shrill by Lindy West