@deniiizchucker “Body, I didn’t think of you often as a kid. You were a form of transpor
@deniiizchucker “Body, I didn’t think of you often as a kid. You were a form of transportation . A way to outrun friends during games of freeze tag. You were always too weak. Couldn’t kick your brother’s ass, but were always too stubborn to give up even while trapped in headlocks. And then you started to grow. In ways that didn’t quite fit, but I never hated you. Instead I learned to resent you through others’ words. Through their eyes. You didn’t feel wrong. You were just never right and I didn’t know how to change you. Fix you. You were never broken. Still carried me daily. I didn’t need to be present for you to work. And you always worked. Every second of every day. No matter how often I wished I could strip you away. You worked. No matter how often others tried to strip me from you. You worked. No matter how often you were showcased, entered, essentialized, objectified, questioned, labeled. You worked. Patiently waiting for me to work with you. Waiting for me to see you. Waiting for this to be a relationship I worked to heal. Waiting to see a reflection I would claim. A body I could touch. Every second of every day you tried to reminded me: This is home. I finally started to listen.” ❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CVT6L0iJE5c/?utm_medium=tumblr -- source link