It was about coming to terms with the fact that NO, my body was NOT causing or going to cause a catastrophe, whether it be disgust or desire. It was about realising my body was not going to elicit any reaction from anybody, because my body was not for others to react to. It was for me.
It's almost summer. And you know what that means. Jean cutoffs. Tank tops. Crop tops. Rompers in floral or tribal print. Chambray everywhere. Don't worry. I too feel that same heat induced outbreak of nervous eczema that comes with having to expose more skin.
Stop. Stop trying to make yourself smaller and and flatter. JUST STOP. When you laugh you need your whole body, and the flatter you try to make yourself the sadder the world becomes. Don’t do that.
Maybe we slide into cliches like a love of a cat mugs and memes and unicorn onesies and maybe we talk insincerely about that hike we should take and that traveling we should do but we really only half mean it and hope that the adventure actually happens in a book.
When I discovered makeup, I suddenly had armour to accompany my death stare. I was no longer vulnerable as I delivered the fatal blink. Putting it on in the morning, just the routine of it, makes me feel like I am donning the skin that says I am ready for life, though my stomach takes its time catching up.
To me, a life without passion is reprehensible. I don't care if it burns out. You cannot light up a room at all without a fire, though the illumination is brief. It is better than total, abject darkness. The memory of the light it brought gets you THROUGH the darkness.
For all those who feel invisible, “Holla at ya gurl.”