Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what girls are made of.

What a load of bull.

I didn't have time to be made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I was made of hunger, poverty, and desperation.

I grew up in District 12 where mining was the profession and all you really learned about in school was coal. No matter what everything always reverted back to coal. No mention of the death toll in our District. No mention of how we were dying because my father didn't get a big income and the only thing that kept most people alive was the fact that people went into the meadow and hunted, along with the hob. Without the Hob people would be long dead by now.

Sugar, spice, and things that are nice were virtually unheard of in District 12.

The sugar that we got was from berries, and if you were wealthy enough, the treats in the baker's shop. There were spices, but they were only used for healing, and again if you were wealthy enough, to put on your food. The things that were nice were whatever you made of. It could be your father's laugh, the song voice of your mother, or the flowers that bloomed in the Meadow. For me it was the time that I spent hunting with my father learning about the plants that would keep us alive, and the ones that my mother could use for medicine. Those were my times of nice.

Those disappeared when my father died.

After my father died. I wasn't made from sugar, spice, and everything nice. I was made from hunger, poverty, and desperation. Those three traits only increased in quantity as I made it through my first games, my second games, and the rebellion.

Whoever invented the saying "Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what girls are made of" was a total and complete idiot.

They were probably from the Capitol.