Thank you for the curve of my legs--
I like them. Also thank you for my ingrown hairs, even though they’re gross. Thank you for fingers that have wrinkles on them-- nobody else’s wrinkles, and I can slap and eat and touch with them. Thank you for my round eyes and my achy inner ears, and the bump on my nose. Thank you for my hair, because it’s beautiful-- and even when it’s not, thank you. Thank you for the jagged, fisted cramps that keep me awake once a month, not just because they remind me how good notpain is, but because they are mine, and only mine, and this whole body is mine alone: Mine. Given to me mine, mine as a mystery: body, mind, soul. And when I’m gasping or retching or bitching Here I am in the body, and the mind, and the soul that was created as me. ~Ruthie
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