This is my Body. This is Me.

A still shot from Ex Machina (2015, IMDb), showing Alicia Vikander.*

This is my Body. This is Me.

As a child it was too small. 
As an adult it was too large.

I was hurt by the changes it made. The changes were wrong.

It rejected me.

I learned to hate the way it made me look. I hated the way it made me feel.

I tried to learn to be OK.

I hated the way it held me back.

We disagreed on most everything.


This was my Body. This was Me.

We disagreed on most everything.

It was hurt by the changes I made. The changes were uncertain.

It hurt when I changed our chemistry.

It was hurt when I had it cut.


It has learned that we’re OK.

It has learned to love the changes I have made. The changes are right.

It has accepted me.

I like the way we look. It likes the way we feel.

We agree on most everything.


We agree on most everything.

Time has passed, and it is changing us again.

I will learn to love the changes we are making.

I love the way it holds me.

This is my Body.

This is Me.


More poetry: The Life I Deserved, One Evening, Whispered to an Egg.

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