I so feel this. (literally feel it.)
I really don’t want to commit these ideas to a post. I’m worried that I cannot do them justice, and that I’m just going to write something trite or bullshit or horribly offensive. But I’m writing them anyways, because sometimes trite, bullshit, offensive things start necessary conversations. So here goes.
I used to sing Ani DiFranco’s song “As Is” and think of others. Now I think of myself.
And I’ve got
No illusions about you
Guess what?
I never did
When I said
When I said I’ll take it
I meant,
I meant as is.
I have a body. I am a body.
My body is many things. My body is soft and supple. My body is flexible and strong. My body is prone to allergies and skin irritations. My body is ample hips and delicious curves. My body is endometriosis and blond hair. My body is tiny wrists and scoliosis. My…
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