idk like it’s one thing when my friends comment on my body but i’m so tired of strangers fixating on it. today this motherfucker undressed me with his eyes and described my body in a lurid voice with accompanying hand gestures. earlier this week my cousin said that her coworker – who saw me once about a year ago – said i had a “perfect body”. i don’t even know this woman’s name and we exchanged maybe ten words, a freakin year ago, but she remembers my body.

these two incidents are in no way equivalent, but i’m so sick of being seen as A Body by strangers. it’s been happening since i hit puberty at 12. everyone started making my body a public topic of conversation. i feel so dehumanized by it.

can i just exist? can i be a person? can i be a glowing amorphous spirit in a mason jar?