This is war, and your body is a weapon

Alright listen up, here’s how it is going to be. We are going to take all the pictures where we look cute, or hella sensual, or look like someone’s love of their damn life, or like a good friend, or a thicc bish who didn’t get the memo on the right ways to be thicc, or like someone who could break a heart or two (but like won’t be proud of it, oh no not at all! 🙃)

And we’re gonna put them up. Right here, front and centre — on our public profiles. We’re not going to be cropping out arms or armpits or thighs cz they look less than ideal, or pitter patter stomachs, or some heartfelt cleavages that are really just doing the best they can. That’s what happens when two nice boobies come together — they create a crease. We’re not hiding them anymore, tell your mamma it’s just a fold — there is no need to cry. Wipe her tears and tell her to thank you for not doing hard drugs.

And here’s the real deal — we’re posting them without captions, without the backstory, without the retelling of the trauma, without excuses, without no big lofty texts you have to type out on Evernote first. We said “reclaim” not “explain” the reclamation. No hashtags, no quirky lines, you don’t need to be featured on @nonairbrushedme to have this body validated. Your birth was your only validation.

If they see our bodies and say “saggy tits”, don’t delete the comment. Let them know about how the male gaze causes this kinda wear and tear.

If they say “lose some weight” then unload the burden of being their entertainment and feel lighter.

If some distant cousin chats up your mamma about the kind of pictures you have online, and your mamma in turn chats you up about the kind of pictures you have online, then take her hand and politely ask her to thank you for not doing hard drugs. Just kidding, sit her down and thank her for the sacrifices she made so that you could have the life in which you could dare to have a conversation about the love you have for your body. Tell her you are doing it for your own daughters (or atleast that cunt cousin’s daughters so that they can have a cool aunt they can talk to some day).

That’s it. Over and out. Get to work, comrades!