The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
For attractive lips, say “no” at every opportunity. Build yourself a fortress and a stronghold of No to shield you from the elements. Drift into crowded train stations at noon and whisper into the ears of hurried passersby, “Remember, you don’t have to date anybody.”
For lovely eyes, see through everyone.
For a good figure, run away from roommates and from lovers and from coworkers and live gloriously and perfectly alone in a forest.
For beautiful hair, let no one else touch it. Your hair is yours, and yours only.
You know I keep on re-reading this and breathing a sigh of relief, of peace, of being finally, wonderfully understood.
Remember, you don’t have to date anybody.
By Lydia Davis