The relationship you have with your body is a strange conundrum. From birth you are taught to hate your body. Doesn’t matter if you’re male or female or identify as anything else, the world as a whole, teaches you to hate starting with yourself. Then you internalize that hate and project it onto others.
Sometimes the relationship you have with your body is severed by molestation/rape, and it take a long time to manage the pain you feel.
On good days you forget that you’ve been hurt or that you hate how you look and a wave of self-confidence washes over you, but only for a few seconds before you plummet to reality and start verbally abusing yourself again.
I know I am not the only one who looks in the mirror and wants to love who they are, but somehow just tears yourself into pieces.
That’s how the world wants you to look at yourself: in pieces. Broken little pieces that can be manipulated and controlled.
Well, I just want to say fuck the world. Fuck the pain people put you through because you don’t look or sound the way they want you too.
I have value despite being fat. Despite having scars. Despite the flaws I have.
I want and I demand a good relationship with my body and I refuse to be dismissed because of fatphobia.
What I’ve learned is that any woman that carries herself with confidence and is unapologetically herself is a threat to the status quo and if I make you uncomfortable then good because I refuse to shrink for anyone. Not my voice. Not my body. Take it or leave it.
VivianwithanA
