I’ve gotten to the point where bikini waxes don’t hurt anymore.
My only discomfort now is the stranger’s access
to my body.
It’s like my nerve endings finally accepted
that they work for a woman’s body.
And there are some things that must just be accepted,
no matter how painful
or irrational.
I think my spirit was supposed to adapt in the same way.
I’m reminded of it almost daily
“these feminists”
and
“why make yourself upset with this SJW stuff?”
as if I want to focus on the world’s bullshit
that seems to seek me out,
no matter how hard I try to hide.
But when the messages seek in after months of fighting
and I eventually concede
I pay someone
employed by a male founder
to seek what my body naturally grows
and rip it out from its roots
hoping that my body will eventually stop growing
what only men are allowed to have.
-C.M.
