It took you twelve years to see that being "good" had gotten your piano teacher everywhere and you nowhere at all. So you decide, for the first time in your life, that you aren't going to be one of the good girls anymore. You decide that "good" is not an adjective that ought to be applied to a person, as it only rendered you inanimate and inhuman, like a piece of cheese or a watercolor painting.
( Roxane Gay )
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