I decided to put my reflection into words, and that’s what this piece is: My Melted Muppet Purse. The bag looks like a melted Muppet—a glamorous melted Muppet that appears to have spent one too many minutes under a heat lamp. I received it as a Christmas gift when I was ten, and for the past eight years, my melted Muppet purse has accompanied me on numerous adventures exploring the world. Her choice to celebrate the melted Muppet purse in me allows me to celebrate it within myself. I am the melted Muppet purse, and I wear my zipper lips and withering frosted tips with pride.