D is impossibly female, that much bystanders who do not know her can tell. She likes rabbits, ribbons, bows, lace, polka dots, psychedelic designs etc. Really pretty much anything visually aesthetic. She speaks two languages fluently and is investing a half-hearted attempt at the third. She does not believe that a human’s size and the love that comes with it should be inversely proportional e.g. the skinnier she is, the more love she will receive. She does not believe that she should feel inferior about herself. Complaints had been lodged that she walks too fast most of the time.

She likes to read, from chick lit to classics to children's books and tends to live in fragments of her oversized imagination from time to time. She also likes to watch foreign films, documentaries and deems her favourite magazine to be National Geographic.

Some other better beings have articulately put forth articles, strung sentences, compiled paragraphs of things, of ideas, of quotes she could not have better explain herself. And here are her sentiments echoing theirs:

On smoking:

This man was going to rob me, then lash me with his braid and set me on fire—but no. “Give me one of those,” he said, and he pointed to the pack I was holding. I handed him a Viceroy, and when he thanked me I smiled and thanked him back. It was, I later thought, as if I’d been carrying a bouquet and he’d asked me for a single daisy. He loved flowers, I loved flowers, and wasn’t it beautiful that our mutual appreciation could transcend our various differences, and somehow bring us together? I must have thought, too, that had the situation been reversed he would have been happy to give me a cigarette, though my theory was never tested.
- “Letting Go” by David Sedaris in “The New Yorker“

On the pleasure of eating:

If he yields to the pleasures of eating the ice cream, why does he do so? Surely not because of a false belief that the pleasure of eating ice cream is in fact greater than all things considered, than the pain of being fat, for if this were the case, he would never have begun the diet at all. Instead, the closeness or the familiarity of the pleasure of eating (perhaps as a hedge against psychological emptiness) compared ot the remoteness and abstractness of the pleasure of being healthy and fit causes him to exaggerate the pleasures of eating ice cream so that they appear to be greater than they are; they appear to outweigh the painful consequences. This exaggeration can, in fact, cause him even to distort the actual experience of eating the ice cream while consuming it.
- “Pleasure, Knowledge, and Being: An Analysis of Plato’s Philebus” by Cynthia Hampton

On fashion:

Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.
- Coco Chanel

On hats:

I enjoy hats. And when one has filthy hair, that is a good accessory.
- Julia Roberts



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