05 12 / 2012
"I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
i know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
i know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
i know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
playing russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept
that our bodies are fallible and flawed
but when do we draw the line?
when the knife hits the skin?
isn’t it the same thing as purging,
because we’re so obsessed with death,
some women just have more guts than others
the funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
we swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue,
still proceeding to put on make-up,
still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
we might as well be buried with our shoes,
and handbags and scarves, girls
we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
into our skin
i know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
but the time has come for us to
reclaim our bodies
our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral,
offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
“i only know how to exist when i’m wanted”
girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
we’re used up and sad and drunk and
perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
and tell us that we did good
You did good."
-Mary Lambert, I know girls (bodylove) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pbW7bRD6qc
This is incredibly powerful. Listen to all of it.
26 4 / 2012
Sitting pants-less in an off the shoulder gym top, writing about women in politics. All I’m missing is a cup of tea and a cat, otherwise this is probably an accurate picture of my life.
And I am not upset about it at all.
20 2 / 2012
this paper is not really about the social construction of gender and women in war but I make it about that anyway.
Sorry I am not even sorry that I’m not sorry.