Look closely. What do you see?
I see a woman. A smile that makes me want to know what was just said.
For those of you who don't know, Ariel is my writer crush. She has been since I read How to Become a Famous Famous Writer Before You're Dead: You're Words in Print and Your Name in Lights. Alongside Stephen King's On Writing, I consider to be the two best literary works on the art of writing and making something of it. Then I read her memoir, Atlas of the Human Heart, and I was in love.
Heard of the Hip Mama zine? That's Ariel.
Read Bluebird? Ariel again.
And now her words are on Girl Body Pride. I seriously think this is about as awesome as the fact that I can say Jenny Lawson pet my hair a women's bathroom once. I know, right?
I won't lie...this is one pf those moments where I have to pinch myself to find out if I'm awake...
Turns out I am and pinching myself hurts like a bitch.
Go read it.
And please, for the love of all things Holy, leave many comments and share the absolute shit out of this one. Ariel Gore is in the house.
Hell, Ariel Gore is in MY house.
Let's make sure she wants to come back for the next shindig, shall we?