The Bathroom

Shame gets managed in the bathroom. Things are hidden, plucked, scrubbed and flushed away. We tend to our bodies, with care and horror, secreted behind a closed door. This is where femininity is honed and the performance is staged. A faint promise of autonomy lingers in the waxed and burnished version of self that was sold to us as self care. Because you weren't ready before, and you should definitely not go out like that.