MY BODY
MY CHOICE
MY RIGHT
Feeling safe within our bodies and having autonomy over our bodies are rights, not nice to have’s. I’m still very much processing the enormity of the overturning Roe vs Wade. I’m furious on behalf of the young people who will be impacted. I’m angry for the collective. I’m appalled and embarrassed for this country. I’m fearful for anybody who needs to make the decision to get an abortion.
My stomach is in knots. My throat is tense. My jaw is locked. My teeth are clenched. My mind feels airy and ungrounded. My body is my own and not.
And yet, all I have is my body. And all I can do is protect it and try to feel safe in it because only then can I do the work.
So I breathe in and breathe out.
I unclench, loosen, unlock, and feel my feet and body connect to the bed I am laying on.
I breathe in and visit the various parts of my body and breathe out and say aloud “this is my body” through all sorts of voices – comforting, anger, f*cking furious, settled, sad and affirmative.
Repeating “this is my body” through the emotions reminds me it is safe to be in MY body. It is more than safe to be angry on behalf of MY body. And it is MINE, MINE, MINE.
I came into this world owning nothing but my skin and all it encapsulates. I will fight for my right to keep it that way and for the choices I make about it.
