They have told you to hide it. They have told you to stuff it up, to let it turn brown before it leaves you, to not let the word pass your lips. They have told you that your body functions just like a man’s — — ignoring that your body takes a month to go through your process. He goes through his in a day.
The pulse of the earth Is what you are missing Connection to your body Not superficial, but The deep feminine Knowing The beating of each leaf Throbbing on each branch The swirls on your fingertips The bleeding of your womb, out between your thighs The nectar of wildness The lies of beauty Or, the beauty of the
Women say “I don’t know” because we were taught that our own knowing was not allowed. That our own knowing was not enough. We say “I don’t know” because we’ve been so conditioned out of what we truly, deeply desire that we often can’t even access what that is anymore. It becomes impossible to distinguish what we want to say from all the immediate thoughts
Sometimes I think about how women were considered property not even 200 years ago Sometimes I think about the way that lives in my body and in the messages I’ve been taught by people older than me Sometimes I think about how in 1973 women still couldn’t open a credit card And I think about the way women struggle with money, feel shame about not
It makes sense if you feel lost, confused. It makes sense if you feel trapped in, uncertain, irritable, and like you’re not sure where to turn. The global energy has shifted, quickly. Seemingly without warning. We’re experiencing a kind of collective panic, a collective grief. But we know what to do with grief, here. Let it rock you. Let it crumble down the false narratives
I have endometriosis. Endometriosis is a condition where your uterine lining grows outside of your uterus. It’s estimated more than 10% of women have it, though the real number is probably higher, since it often goes undiagnosed. You can have endo without any pain or symptoms. Symptoms I have experienced from endo are: cramps so painful that I throw up, multiple ovarian cysts that have
Once, he wrapped his hands around my neck and he was inside me and in theory, it was the same as the other times except this time he was angry. I had just broken up with him But I let myself be led back inside I let him have sex with me and I felt stunned that he was so mad and I shut my
She creates watercolor out of herself Her voice sounds sirens Woman in red her lips speak the spell of peaches impeaching Her body bleeds to remind her she can choose to give life and she can choose to take it away Hundreds of years go by and she is still sitting in the water, blood on her
She sits Back against the wall Her face fucked all afternoon She knows who to submit to She submits to grief She submits to winter She submits to him But not to the rest of the world. Banned from platforms Reported for speaking truth Stalked by nobodies She marinates in grief, in shadow
They will tell you you are unclean, that your blood should not be talked about. They will tell you to hide your body. That your body is inherently flawed, that all its lines and bumps and hairs need to be fixed. They will tell you to be quieter. That you are just looking for attention, that you don’t know enough.