Side eyes as I slide by, my perfume thick and heady, like my thighs-I am expected to disguise the perfect of creation. But they don't get it yet, you see…to them the glory of the mystery is lost in the trees, and I am the forest, the goddess, the moon, and so are they; but … Continue reading Shrill: Notes from a loud woman – Susan M. Conway
My body is not an apology. My body is not an apology; It is triumphant if anything at all. I haven't been so loving to her skin. I wasn't taught to; yet here I am, beautifully marked. I haven't been so loving to my fat. I wasn't taught to; yet here I am, flawed to … Continue reading My body is not an apology – Susan M. Conway
Side eyes as I slide by, my perfume thick and heady, like my thighs-I am expected to disguise the perfect of creation. But they don't get it yet, you see…to them the glory of the mystery is lost in the trees, and I am the forest, the goddess, the moon, and so are they; but … Continue reading Shrill: Notes from a loud woman – Susan M. Conway
My body is not an apology. My body is not an apology; It is triumphant if anything at all. I haven't been so loving to her skin. I wasn't taught to; yet here I am, beautifully marked. I haven't been so loving to my fat. I wasn't taught to; yet here I am, flawed to … Continue reading Featured Post: My body is not an apology – Susan M. Conway
Brave & Reckless 