MY body.
I’ve loved it
I’ve hated it
I’ve celebrated it
I’ve judged it unfairly
I’ve abused it
I’ve challenged it
I’ve trained it
I’ve trashed it
I’ve worked with it
I’ve worked against it
I’ve shared it passionately
I’ve shared it punishingly
I’ve shown it in pride
I’ve shown it in shame
I’ve fed it
I’ve starved it
I’ve created life with it
I’ve mourned death with it
I’ve endured the pain of scars with it
I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of tattoos with it
I’ve wished it were different
I’ve been grateful for how it is
I’ve fought to keep it alive
I’ve wondered if it was worth it
I’ve decided that it was
YOU
You might judge it
People do.
You might love it
you might hate it
You might think it’s too big
You might think it’s too small
You might want to fuck it
You might want to friend it
You might want to ignore it completely
It doesn’t matter.
My body tells MY story.
The good and the bad.
The predictable and the shocking.
The sympathetic and the Scandalous
If I invite you in, leave your judgment at the door
And be prepared to get dirty because life is messy
Oh, and wear something comfortable, cuz there will be dancing..lots of dancing.
