Not Shameful
My body is not an apology.
My body is not an apology; It is triumphant if anything at all.
I haven’t been so loving to her skin.
I wasn’t taught to; yet here I am, beautifully marked.
I haven’t been so loving to my fat.
I wasn’t taught to; yet here I am, flawed to perfection.
I haven’t been so loving to my spirit.
I wasn’t taught to; yet here I am, unruined.
I haven’t been so loving to my intellect.
I wasn’t taught to; yet here I am, unearthing my truths.
I am blooming from the grave.
From birth:
I was programmed to believe that to be a woman is to be a shameful creature, and I must exist to be tolerable and capable of bearing, or risk living a baneful, wretched existence, on the outskirts of a world committed to catering to idealized perfections, and cities constructed off…
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