Overnight, you and I erupted.
Red words unfurling,
the corners of your mouth
turning up like a secret.
And the Earth smelled of spring
and the goatman sang.
I want to make one thing clear: the autism spectrum is a useful tool, not the culmination of a single identity. It does provide general guidelines for diagnosis, but it does not determine in a lump sum the self-worth and quality of life of those who fall somewhere between the two extremes.
over time I have felt the essence of drifting further away from my truest form, but now I am defining myself as the woman I am…. this is me…..
* SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNING*
I am throwing up through my nostrils because I had one scoop of ice cream after dinner. It’s not pretty. I was once an ugly girl. I was oddly tall, chubby, and awkward for years. I still feel the repercussions everyday, and when I am being shallow, when I am obsessing over image, know that I am fighting the results of a society preoccupied with the sexualized female image. I have been fighting for years.