"I was too violent, too hungry—
Not. Beautiful. Enough.
To please.
I was a wolf, and they dressed me
in sheepskin
and taught me to fear the foxes,
and I am still afraid.
Because I was the runt of the litter.
So I learned to be pretty on hands and knees;
I learned to be wanted in the dark; I learned
the best way to be less than the sum of my parts.
I learned girls like me don’t get happy endings.
But no matter how pretty, the wolf in me
will always be hungry.”