Been listening to Baby Teeth on repeat. What a tune. Favourite lyrics are: I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me I'm as pure, pure as gasoline Sounds violent (probably is) but once you look past it, I think a lot of people don't understand what an abuse victim goes through after having had something pure of them and their identity taken away by an abuser. People who feel worthless (and I have felt it before) tend to feel 'dirty', 'used', 'wasted' - and this is something you have to live with. Imagine having to give birth to the child of your abuser. It isn't so easy to see the child as separate from the mother because the purpose of sex, is essentially how two spirits (one flesh in the context of marriage) come together to make another. I cannot even begin to imagine the neonatal issues that arise from abuse. The rage a woman feels is deeper, more profound than you know. In order to protect one's self, one would rather not have a womb because with it, you can reproduce a potential abuser's 'spawn'. One would rather not be a woman but 'alone', not willing to become one flesh with another, not willing to be in relationship with a man who is supposed to honour, love and protect her at all costs. Why would you? Listening to a lot of #aliceglass has been triggering but as I continue with further studies as a future therapist and counsellor, I find myself being connected deeply with the spirit behind these lyrics. I feel unafraid, and like what Glass has mentioned before: she dances when she's sad. I think it is an art to turn fear into rage. And in my experience, it works. God rest our souls, after death, and in the here and now.
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