“Unlearning the voice that tells me I am too much. Unlearning the instinct to hide. Unlearning the idea that my body is something I need to earn forgiveness for.

Some days, I still look at myself and see every version of what I was told I was.

But other days quiet, unexpected days I see a body that has carried me through everything. A body that has survived being named, laughed at, desired, reduced, and still shows up for me. A body that has never once asked me to hate it.”

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