Sarah. 19. Aspiring actress. Musical theatre brat/student. Professional Princess. I enjoy jazz hands, theatre families, & long dance breaks. Can be found singing to myself in public places. Currently: Just finished playing Marty in Grease.
the other day at work, i asked a woman her name– like i do for everyone, because we have to write it on the cup–and she goes “we come in here all the time. you should really know our names by now” as if i don’t serve hundreds of people a day or as though a nondescript middle aged white woman made such an impact upon me that i’d remember her. i was feeling pretty impatient and irritable though, so i covered my name tag with my hand and asked her my name and she didn’t know it and at least had the decency to change demeanor from haughty and superior to sort of quietly embarrassed and i’m fairly sure that’s the only thing i’ve ever done at work that matters to me.
How Come I’m Body Positive But Only When It Comes to Others? An Autobiography by Me, a Girl Who’s Internalized Western Beauty Standards and Misogyny So Much So That She’s Been Conditioned to Perpetually Hate Herself Even Though She Has Unlearned This Hatred In Terms of Other Women’s Bodies and Choices