Micayla Storm

“The first movements of the fetus produce this sense of the splitting subject; the fetus's movements are wholly mine, completely within me, condition my experience and space. Only I have access to these movements from their origin, as it were. For months only I can witness this life within me, and it is only under my direction of where to put their hands that others can feel these movements. I have a privileged relation to this other life, not unlike that which I have to my dreams and thoughts, which I can tell someone but which cannot be an object for both of us in the same way... Pregnancy challenges the integration of my body experience by rendering fluid the boundary between what is within, myself, and what is outside, separate. I experience my insides as the space of another, yet my own body.”
― Iris Marion Young, On Female Body Experience: "Throwing Like a Girl" and Other Essays

“She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.”
― Akshay Vasu

“She had tried to make herself like stone, but now the facade was falling away.”
― Ransom Riggs, Hollow City

“I was born walking, born in the nowhere between galaxies.”
― Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora