The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated’
-Eliza Doolittle, My Fair Lady
I used to be a good girl you see. But it didn’t make any difference: I still got treated like I was trouble. Like there was something wrong with me. I don’t think I am bad. I think I have just come to fit a little better into the mould that has already been made for me by others. That keeps being made for me. That I am learning to inhabit as if I had chosen it myself.