You sit in moms bed and yell for her to come and get you with a smile on your face / I guess you didn’t care about being scared to ask for what you wanted / You never even asked, i don’t think / you always screamed /
my body has been my body before i was allowed to paint my nails / or wear makeup / or shave my small tan legs in mom’s clean white tub / as i giggled and hugged myself / because this is what big girls did
This body will weigh down by judgments. The scars too will be mocked and questioned. The flab will be disgusted and hated. Cursing the periods, while thinking, you should’ve gone out or waited.
Like many of us, I spent years getting angry at my body for not doing the things I wanted it to do, not being the things I wanted it to be. Things I had seen would gain me acceptance.
