An Apology to My Body MAG

May 13, 2017
By AlleeRProctor PLATINUM, Hedgesville, West Virginia
AlleeRProctor PLATINUM, Hedgesville, West Virginia
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After my mother shook my thighs,
I started skipping meals.
I believed my mother was jolting Jell-O.
But she wasn’t jolting Jell-O.
What my mother did was shake a mountain.
A mountain that has a river streaming through,
because when my girl touches me, its
like water.
And when that stream creeps up
to the ruts and ridges on my hips,
Dear body,
I am sorry for dismantling you.
I am sorry for taking my aggression, anxiety,
depression out on you.
Dear body,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for squeezing you into my jeans,
for only paying attention to the size
written on the seams
for sucking in the pits of my stomach
wanting them to be thinner.
Dear body,
I am sorry I got your lungs so panicked
you couldn’t breathe
causing you to wheeze on the shower floor
banging fists on doors
only hoping all oxygen gets cut off for good.
Dear body,
I am sorry for wishing
you didn’t exist.
Or for me not to exist.
Dear body,
I am sorry I let him peep
through the leaves
on your tree,
He didn’t look at you
like the wild wonder
that you are,
He only saw flesh.
Dear body,
I am sorry I didn’t realize sooner,
You are not just skin
You are an adventure I live in.
Beautifully stitched together
by the seams.
Dear body,
This is my apology to you.

The author's comments:

I originally wrote this as a spoken word peice, but I feel that the message should still be displayed with or without my voice narrorating it. Note: You are more than just flesh and skin.

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