/koʊld/: Vulnerability

I. hate. cold. 
Maybe it's because I was brought up by the glorious sunshine of L.A., but I absolutely cannot stand the sensation of unforgiving vulnerability when a shiver runs through my bones. (As seen below.)

Yes those are socks on my hands. In my defense, this technique actually retains a lot of heat.

My first experience with an actual winter was pretty rough. I went out to retrieve the mail, and 11 year old Jeana's brain thought it was a stupendous idea to shuffle across the icy driveway in slippers. And with the passion to beat my 11-second record of running to the mailbox, I slipped and fell on my face....which led to an undignifying bloody nose in front of my mailman. I disagree with Elsa and proclaim that the cold really bothers me anyways.

The idea of cold is the absence of love in The Bluest Eye. Every action is acted out without care in Pecola's household, which led to her destructive childhood. Like a Michigan winter, the feeling of "cold" overcomes the entire body. You can almost feel it seep into your joints. The sense is overbearing and it is unsustainable without protection. Without love, we are unable to conquer this world by ourselves.