SK!N
SK!N (pt3)
Genetics for one.
I’m getting older and so is my body.
I want to look after myself and protect the case that carries me around this world every day.
I want to cherish and be grateful for all it facilitates.
I am breathing, I am healthy.
My shell protects me.
I water, nourish, and protect it too.
One for one.
It’s only fair, after 23 years of moulding.
I have no doubt that it will continue to move, contort, and shift away from its current design.
A reminder: THAT IS OKAY.
If my mindset can change and grow with it, then I know I will be proud of who I have become.
Of all that I have done and can do.
I challenge myself physically every day.
Not excessively, although sometimes I could do more.
Training as a dancer, I had to work on my alignment.
I was trying to twist and push and pull and squeeze my body into an uncomfortable, narrow mould.
Sometimes painful.
Through dance, I have been able to alter my bones and build stronger muscles that hold new shapes.
If I stop, it will only get worse and ruin all the work I have done thus far.
I now realise my aim is not perfection, for what is that anyway?
My aim is structural stability. Strength. Happiness within myself. To cut myself out of the vicious
cycle that is comparing myself to others. So that one day soon, I’ll have made peace with it all. I’ll
have found comfort in my own SK!N.
