I notice the way they talk about us, using different words depending on the color of our skin, the size of our breasts, the shortness of our skirts. I get off easy, with my blond hair and white skin and B cups. It doesn’t matter that I’m the most dangerous one. They can’t see that. They don’t know any of us.

— An examination of love and relationships, how beautiful and terrifying loving someone could be. Also about labels and expectations, and what it means to be a female in today's society.