Love Warrior (Oprah's Book Club): A Memoir

She also understood that it was no compliment. Any woman who doesn’t give a fuck is simply abandoning her soul to adhere to the rules.

I wonder if the word sexy is everything that made sex a lie to me.

I have decided that I’m ready to stop destroying myself and start creating. I have already accepted my invitation and no one will convince me again that I’m not worthy. Not ever again. I have been invited and I have said Yes.

The Reporter seems far too curious about the details of the shattering. There is a line between concerned and excited, and the Reporter steps over it. She asks inappropriate, probing questions and her eyes glisten as she waits for the answers.

I am going to have to try to have sex without any fake, commercial sexiness involved. Maybe it’s possible that I don’t have to hate sex just because I hate the world’s definition of sexy. Maybe I can find my own sexy.

I tell them that we can choose to be perfect and admired or to be real and loved. We must decide.

places where it’s safe to be fully human and fully known.

I remind myself that since crisis means “to sift,”

I can’t describe the ferocity of the fear and rage inside me with words tame enough for the light of day.

Why can’t I appreciate anything I’m given?