An Open Letter to My Body
So there’s this narrative surrounding trans women that we specifically dislike or hate parts of our bodies that are so fiercely gendered. I’m supposed to hate my dick, my breasts, my throat, my hands, my feet, and my voice. That is what I have been given as the parts of me I should want destroyed.
And as a fat woman, I should hate my stomach, my thighs, my arms, my ass. Everything the world tells me is too big.
So much to hate. A to-do list of body parts to resent and loathe.
Instead, I choose to find beauty and desirability in everything that those around me have told me to hate and fear. Those parts of me are a catalog of everything I have fought through and against to be the sexy and powerful force that I am.
I fucking love my body, y’all. Nothing is or ever will be perfect.