my right leg is drastically less muscular than my left.
& she has 2 screws in her.
my breast implants are rippled after 8 years of wear.
& my nipples have tiny black hairs i refuse to pluck anymore.
i have three little happy trail hairs leading down to my generally lush unshaven mons pubis.
& my labia minora is far from minora.
my body has had 2 major surgeries on my right leg.
& i have 7 scars to prove it.
my left side second earring hole is lower than my right.
& it often drives me crazy.
i have memory holes where my old belly button piercings & dermals used to be.
..same for my ears, my tongue, & my nipples.
my nose has a perfectly flat ridge on the bump in its bridge.
& an old friend used to tell me be i’d be ‘perfect’ if i just got a nose job.
🧜🏼♀️ if i had to get rid of one tattoo, it’d be the ‘why go through life unnoticed?’ cheesy quote from AquaMarine (the mermaid movie from when i was 17)
..but then i remember how sweet i was when i wanted that.
& how it helped me claim my uniqueness & wild spirit.
that’s how i feel about all of these pieces of me.
i once had on a new sweater when hanging with a friend. she spilled something on it & she saw me about to be upset so she said,
‘it’s a memory. you’ll remember for as long as you have it.’
besides her invalidating my experience😹, i really appreciated that gift of a reframe for my perfectionist virgo brain.
(our collective body)
is a moving, walking piece of art.
she is a collection of everything you have ever done, been, chewed & swallowed.
she remembers where you’ve been, what you did last summer, & who you did it with & for.
may you honor her for carrying you through the years.
may you see the stretch marks as growth.
may you keep your pubic hair & ask your lover to rub their nose in it.
may you lick your own toes & kiss your dirty feet.
may you love her.
may you walk with her.
my body is my best friend 💓
i trust yours will be, too.