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First published March 28, 2023
We mutilated our hair, cultivating our arm leg pit vagina hair for months like farmers growing wheat, until we cropped it off in one hour, together at the shaving party before the big meet.
We mutilated our guts with bowls of raw oats mixed with applesauce, stacks of banana walnut pancakes, pots of pasta mingled with marinara and basil, shakes of protein powder blended with egg whites, casseroles of coalesced buffalo chicken dip.
We mutilated our beauty, though this sense of beauty was an outdated version defined by narrow wrists and bird bones. We created a new and improved beauty from weightlifting, stair climbing, swim practicing. Our shoulders thickened, our thighs expanded, our muscles boulderedโฆ
I was thirteen years old. I did not understand what was happening. I bled through my underwear, which we bought from Target using the 5 for $20 deal, my mother and I sharing the treasures of our haul โ she used the first two of those five and I used three. I leaked onto our dining roomโs upholstered oatmeal-colored chairs. I left skid marks evoking roadkill, whose carnage I knew well โ Pennsylvania had a deer-overpopulation problem, and anytime I hopped into our car, I prepared myself for the inevitable sight of deer carcass in the road gutters, no matter how short our drive. Once my mother had hit a deer when we were driving to swim practice; its body flopped and landed on the windshield with a thud before sliding off onto the road. We didnโt have the time or money to repair the crack for months. When I took off my pants, the clump of blood there reminded me of the large shovels attached to the municipal Department of Transportation trucks scooping up the fore once composed as a doe.
He inhaled and lifted the whistle to his mouth, but before he could blow, I dove into the pool. I couldnโt wait any longer. I was so close. I wanted to touch water without other children inside it too. Their bodies would have corrupted my experience. And I had already grasped how men liked it when I did things they wanted without them needing to ask first.
Menstruation was more smashed acidic tomatoes than sweet fruit compote. I wiped my fingers on white jeans made of napkins and left streaks dried to rust. The stains came out with bleach and detergent. I died and regenerated every month. How else could I define the experience? The reasonable explanation was death. I would declare when my body was wheeled into the morgue, the coroner would declare I died of being a woman. Which was far better than dying of being a man.
I was furious I was forced to push a cardboard-and-cotton tube into my vagina before a dick or a finger โ pain before pleasure.
โI dreamt myths larger than my girl body could hold.โ
โ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ธ ๐๐ ไบบ้ฑผ. ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข?
๐ธ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐. ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ข ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐.โ
โ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ
โ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐. ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐. ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข, ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.โ
lฤฑllฤฑlฤฑ.ฤฑllฤฑ.ฤฑlฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑ.lllฤฑฤฑฤฑlฤฑ.
โ โโ โ โ โนโน โป
โ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ขโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.โ
โ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.โ