All I wanted was a pack of smokes. I was barely awake. Running into the gas station before my work day is such a normal thing . I didnt expect it . To look up , and see that black panther crawling out of the wife beater in front of me . The way its claws grabbed at his shoulder. As if it was…
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
— Frida Kahlo
I am loose skin and stretch marks.
I am stretchy pants and men’s t-shirts.
I am so unhappy with this body and the shape I am in.
But honestly, screw me because this body is powerful and works so hard.
I am an asshole for always insulting it and hiding it away underneath layers of stiff material.
This body protected and nourished and formed my child for months. This body was in almost perfect working order the day after major surgery.
This body has survived horrific attacks and car accidents and my own self-esteem. It has protected me and every day I wake up and it works perfectly and it carries me through the day.
I will not starve it, I will not harm it, I will not shame it.
I will be kind and loving and take care of it the way it has taken care of me.
Work in progress II
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Animals are perfect.