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And you should realize, love, that even the simple act of a bath is potentially world-altering. But then, you never see the beast until he is upon you.

Because she is not small. She is not weak. She will never, ever be feebleminded, And above all, she is outraged. The world will tell you not to be outraged, love. They will tell you to sit quietly, be kind. Be a lady. And when they do? Be Judith instead.

Being in the right is not always the solace you might expect.

But that day's not now. And even if this horror becomes an accent color - a smudge of lead white to highlight a cheekbone, a bit of yellow ochre the glint on a sword - sometimes those are the pigments that change one's perecption of an entire work of art.

But that’s the thing about perspective; the slightest shift transforms the subject.

For I am a little girl when they want to belittle me, a woman when they want me to bear a child.

I was no soldier, only girl without a mother or the sense to understand this world without her.

I wish men would decide if women are heavenly angels on high, or earthbound sculptures for their gardens. But either way, we're beauty for consumption.

Not all stories have happy endings. I cannot promise this one will either. But I am certain you will be glad you stayed with Susanna to the end. She deserves that much - a witness, one who says I see you, hear you, I'm better for knowing your story

Others will tell you Daniel saved Susanna's life. But hear this: Susanna used her voice. She spoke her truth. She could not expect her words to change a single heart, but neither could she be silent. Her words saved her life.

Piazzas, churches named for a teenager who gave life to the Christ. Sculptures, paintings, frescoes devoted to her holiness. But the only thing about her we remember, she was a virgin.

Sisters share a bond unlike any other – thornier, but also tender, full of possibility.

Sometimes that’s all you need my love – another woman’s faith in you.

The disconnect of men to women's bodies stands to reason. They'd have to care enough to see the other as a subject worthy of their earnest study. My own oblivion horrifies me more. I've been here all along but somehow not.

The Holy Mother cradles her son’s lifeless body. Greedy Tarquin grips the terrified Lucretia. Hands on bodies have no in-between. Love or possession.

Why should a little corner of the garden be so important to a woman like Susanna? A woman with a palatial home, and the finest garments. Because imagine it – if you live as she does, surrounded by endless people and their expectations, ones you cannot possibly live up to, you do not even want to live up to – that refuge might be the only place you are safe.

Would you like a list of my sins before you hurl those rocks at my head?’ Rebecca cannot understand why her sister would give the crowd further ammunition. Why she would ever concede a single fault. A woman accused has no room for fault.