Anya Taylor-joy
The character Beth Harmon always in the back of my mind when I spot two people at a competitive game of chess, short micro bangs on a ginger haired girl, or a cigarette in the mouth of a woman trying twice as hard as a man and getting half the credit.
Oh Beth how I look up to you, your intelligence, your passion. I learn from your faults and mistakes your regrets and quirks.
I feel so connected to you feeling as though I am looking into a foggy mirror after a warm shower, the water droplets clinging to the glass, distorting the image.
How I love your ambition pushes me to read a few more lines of a book, to try to attempt an action before calling for help, to find peace and comfort in my own silence and presence.
However I will not ignore your faults and make sure to think more that twice before I make decisions, how I will decline small green pills no matter how much curiosity and imagination begs me to, how I will use a book or diary to relieve anxiety instead of a glass of wine. How I will use my anger to fuel my passion for sports and competitions.
My dear Beth Harmon Iโll always hold space in my heart for you. For your faults and cracks, the broken peices that didnโt heal just yet.. Iโll celebrate your anger, your pain, and your love. Iโll hold space for your humanity.
















