#body protest

There is no joy in lessening, subtracting from oneself the substance that makes you whole, full. Taking, taking, until she is skin and bone and submission. What a world we live in, where my body is a political statement. What a world we live in, where my body is a national outcry. Perhaps it is in protest that I no longer look down into the toilet like the barrel of a gun. Perhaps it is in protest that I demand not only to exist, but to overflow.