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"when my body was mine" a line read recently did i let my body slip out of my own skin before i noticed was i so oblivious as it dripped between their fingers so far from my skin when i was told i was old enough to need to shave, my hair wasn't mine anymore. when my rough and wild behavior was no longer considered ladylike enough, and i had to tame my wild skin to sit and dance in proper ways, my posture wasn't mine anymore. when my toes were deemed to callous for society my innocent beautiful little toes were strapped into shoes and forgot their freedom for a time, my feet were no longer mine. when they called out at my body when it possessively dripped between their fingers i realized that i had let my body belong to other people and so i let my hair grow thick everywhere and i carry myself with the joy i feel and i sit and dance from the inside out trying to forget how much i may stand out vulnerability is strength vulnerability is strength i tell myself as i dance barefoot with hairy underarms in out-of-style clothes and an unpainted face come dance, please come dance, so we may taste the flavor of life together
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
"when my body was mine"
"when my body was mine" a line read recently did i let my body slip out of my own skin before i noticed was i so oblivious as it dripped between their fingers so far from my skin when i was told i was old enough to need to shave, my hair wasn't mine anymore. when my rough and wild behavior was no longer considered ladylike enough, and i had to tame my wild skin to sit and dance in proper ways, my posture wasn't mine anymore. when my toes were deemed to callous for society my innocent beautiful little toes were strapped into shoes and forgot their freedom for a time, my feet were no longer mine. when they called out at my body when it possessively dripped between their fingers i realized that i had let my body belong to other people and so i let my hair grow thick everywhere and i carry myself with the joy i feel and i sit and dance from the inside out trying to forget how much i may stand out vulnerability is strength vulnerability is strength i tell myself as i dance barefoot with hairy underarms in out-of-style clothes and an unpainted face come dance, please come dance, so we may taste the flavor of life together
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lauren-christine
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
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