I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING
“I WANTED TO BE LOVED SO DESPERATELY THAT MY FINGERS SHOOK WITH IT I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE”
— Emily Palermo, What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado, published in Rising Phoenix Review
“We are unusual and tragic and alive.”
— Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius
“How to care for the injured body, the kind of body that can’t hold the content it is living?”
— Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric
“I’m unexpectedly fragmentary. I’m little by little. My story is to live. And I’m not afraid of failure. Let failure annihilate me.”
— Clarice Lispector, from The Stream of Life
“When you see these horrible images why do / you stay with them? / Why keep watching? Why not / go away? I was amazed. / Go away where? I said.”
— Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay