#mybodymychoice
My body is incredible
Not only do the subtle curves from inch to inch make me feel desired
Or the little waist my mothers middle age friends comment on
Or the fragile battle scars of a lifetime spent trying.
But the internal haven of complex systems
Each of which so cleverly placed.
A life source
I am my mother and fathers child
A founding force of a long full love
A miracle
Trillions of lives I may have lived
Millions of faces I would never had seen
Thousands of places I longed to go.
My body is my protector
Sheltering me from my worst instincts
To carry me through youth with agility
And to eventually carry another
But that is my choice
You cannot put me or my body in a box
You cannot tell me how to live
Or choose
Throw away your pointless cries of justification
I can’t hear you
I don’t want to hear you.
Why should a government official tell me how to be, who to carry, what to do.
My body is a vessel not yet ready for carry.
I need to carry me first
Take it a step at a time
I don’t love myself yet
It takes time
Nor do I love my body
Appreciation is the word. For now.
From the intricate designs of the birth mark on my leg
To the S shape scar on my thigh
The unanswered scar on my cheek and the moles that cover my arms.
They are mine and no one else’s
They can stay as I choose
As can it
Not he or she or they but it
Because it’s my choice
I am not an object
You do not own me
You do not own women
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
my heart aches
for the women
who must relive
the trauma
for those who will
exist in fear
of their own bodies
and be punished
for their humanity
responsible
for the choices
made for them
by others
those who must
overcome
shadows of shame
designed by radicals
to satisfy
displaced morals
to rectify
personal limits
in a selfish world
women do not need
reverse philanthropy
women need
body sovereignty
our world
does not need
profound opinions
to thrive
your beliefs
are not fact
and women
are safer
without
them
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC