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Sparkle (0)
I don't know about you, I always hated you, you were never what I hoped you would be...or thought you should be. You used to be a prison that I was hopelessly entrapped in, so I would take my frustration and pain out on you.
I am learning to see you differently though, if I can look past what I perceive everyone else thinks you should be, pretty, thin, elegant, and see what you really are...the part that matters when what everyone else thinks doesn't. You are amazing, an awesome complex machine that helps me to explore and perceive the world around me, you are strong and healthy and for that I'm grateful...although undeserving after how I have treated you for all these years....by the way, sorry about that.
I just need to learn how to stop resenting the fact that you are female, a state which to me seems to be one of second class citizianship, inferiority and weakness....I love your strength and health, your co-ordination and ability, but despite this I still hate your breasts and genitalia. It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't make a difference, you are stronger and more able than some mens bodies yet I still seem to be veiwed as less able and somehow not quite good enough, a creature to be humoured and put up with, rather than cherished, respected and valued as an independant contributing human being, because of you.
you suck, and your the most valuable possesion I have, all at the same time.
