Letter to you my body that I have martyred so much

While the injunctions on women's bodies have never been so strong, I wanted to pay tribute, through my body that I have abused so much, to that of all women.

It all started on the day of your birth which, it seems, created some so-called "material" compensation on a then foreign body: stretch marks, scars and bodily deformations did not alter the joy of your arrival. Back then, people used to say "chubby" but it was said with so much love that you got a lot of joy from it.

Then you continued to evolve and you were then criticized for drawing curves where, it seems, you shouldn't. You said to me, isn't Picasso who wants to, but health then? And during this time of condemnation, here you are proclaimed a "woman" and every month you deliver a bloody war that ravages your stomach and mortifies your entire body for at least 24 hours. "Stop your comedy and get up!" "It must be said that at that time, endometriosis was not talked about. And to top it all off, it's in this Year of Puberty that a host of acne pimples appear on your face.

My dear body, I will pass over the insults and threats that then fell on you. It must be said that according to women's magazines and commercials, you really didn't make any effort to control yourself. And yet efforts, every day you made to support me and spare me.

After all, the standards of "beauties", it goes it comes you said to me, it varies according to the times, the societies, the vagaries of fashion and the miasmas of patriarchy. Then we moved to Vietnam and it was then that from a size said to be too small, you went to model size; your skin, golden in the sun, which was causing a sensation in France, suddenly became a bad taste. On the other hand, your period, which always hammered your stomach, it wasn't good to talk about there either.


You see, my body, since then we have been able to widen the heart and the mind for lack of size and chest measurement and with the rediscovery of the happiness of living with you.

While I listen to you and let you eat your fill, you hear and strengthen me when I need support. You will tell me often that, all the same, your male colleagues have much less work than you. When will you tell me about the unions of bodies in distress and equality for all? And to think that with all that, we are paid less but that we spend more especially for the bandages of periodic wars. On this point, you will not get over it!

To you my body, this warrior, this ally, this misunderstood, this hero! To all the bodies of women, who are told every day that they are too this or not enough that. To you bodies in transition, in pain and rejection. To winning bodies but often too damaged, tired by the violence and the damage of time. To you, my dear bodies, I send you my eternal respect, all the love you deserve and above all, don't change a thing.

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