I spent a lot of last night half-surfacing from sleep, struggling to hold onto a beautifully apt metaphor that had come to me in a dream. When I woke this morning, of course it was gone. But then suddenly, over breakfast, it popped into my mind again! Here it is:

She pictured her body as a sophisticated stain-resistant fabric, and let the hostility and criticism rinse through her fibers, leaving no trace.

Ugh. I wish that one had stayed gone.