My mother overstated the dangers of the world – invented threats. And so I saw: Starbursts’ hoof-made gelatin never gave me mad cow. Mad cow was not a threat to me. And so I thought: most risks weren’t truly real.
— Aspen MatisAnd the idea of light unexplainably produced out of nothing was haunting, it shook me. A flat drab mountain could produce its own light, no one in this whole world knows why, and if that was possible then of course there must be other things that seemed impossible that weren’t, and so anything—great and terrible—felt possible to me now.
— Aspen MatisLiving as Wild Child, I could no longer be Debby Parker comfortably — this name that I’d been given at birth that defined me before I’d had the chance to define myself.
— Aspen MatisThe wisdom of my body had cultivated vibrantly since those sadness-drunken months after the rape when I’d felt so numbed by the hurt and shame that I didn’t move further. No longer. The way I felt about being sexually shamed had changed. Now I was angry that others were trying to shame my sexuality in the first place. I flushed—this time not in shame—but in rage.
— Aspen MatisThese tools were my parents’ way of saying: What you’re doing is important. We support it. We want to help you find your way.
— Aspen MatisI was desperate not to confront the fact that this really could be it—that 'nineteen' didn't matter, that there really was a point at which even young bodies fail. I was not immortal.
— Aspen MatisShe had wanted me to hold rape inside me like a dark pearl, keep it in there, as it grew, as I grew cramped, as it overtook me as hidden things do. Secrets become lies. I'd carried in every step I took this lie, the shame of it.
— Aspen MatisI realized that no, no one would actually come to save or even stop me, I had absolutely no choice. The scale tipped: the moment not doing it became more difficult and unbearable than just doing it.
— Aspen MatisIt was heartbreaking to realize how we can fail the people we most love without even trying.
— Aspen MatisI was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it.
— Aspen Matis