I love my body,
I love my curves,
I love my look, I love my feel.
I love my body as just a body:
Genderless in itself.
I don’t love my body as
A “female” body.
I love my body,
But when I want to be seen
As the boy I feel I am,
I hate my body.
Because the way my body looks
Is not the way
Society tells me boys look.
Society doesn’t label my body as
A “male” body.
What does that really tell me
About myself?
How hard do I have to try to be seen as
“Male bodied”?
How can I make people see what I feel,
While remaining true to myself?
I love my body,
But society makes me hate it.
I love my body as just a body,
Not a gendered identifier.
Society made me hate my body as
A “woman,”
And now I’m forced to hate my body as
A man, too.
I don’t feel as though I was born in the wrong body
Most of the time.
I don’t feel as though I was born in the wrong body
Until I am told that I am wrong in my own identity,
I don’t feel as though I was born in the wrong body
Until I’m told that I’m not who I say I am.
Because I’m told this is what
“Male bodies” look like,
And I don’t look like that.
Because I’m told this is what
“Boys” wear,
And, sometimes, I don’t dress like that.
Because I’m told this is how
“Guys” behave,
And, sometimes, I don’t act like that.
Because I’m told this is what a
“Dude” is,
I’m told this is what
Makes a “man,”
This is what defines “masculinity,”
And I don’t always fit that mold.
Because I love my body,
But society pushes me not to.
I love my body,
I love my identity,
I love my transness,
But society
Makes me
Hate it.
About the Creator
Skylar Rella
visual & performing artist.
original art attached to written pieces.
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