Body as Family
My body is a member of my chosen family
I found it when I first hit puberty
We spoke at the same exact moment
Soft and rough, honesty rose from our lungs
My body gave me the word
Clothing did not pass it on to me
Accessories did not gift it freely
My family pulled it from our depths
The word that lit us on fire
Shaking in our bed
Talking to my sisters
As a sister.
My body is a father’s daughter
I am a mother’s unfinished conversation
Talking to other women in the family
Talking about the family as if we all share the only one.
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Absolutely love this poem. It’s such a beautiful portrayal of the complexities that surround body image