Sexual trauma damaged so much of my psyche. Among other aspects, it stole the power of my appearance. My body became scornful. Molded through that lens I could only see a grotesque caricature.
Cultivating a physique permits me to witness its unmistakable beauty. Granted, that is a thin shield against the ceaseless torment of self-hate. But it is still a valuable weapon in my toolbox. Even a moment’s reprieve is a cherished relief…a step further out of hell.
Maybe it’s paradoxical, but being recognized as beautiful is empowering. Long gone is the threat unwanted attention might bring with it. Through the ups and downs, I have developed confidence. I, age, and biology are in control.
Cultivating a physique permits me to witness its unmistakable beauty. Granted, that is a thin shield against the ceaseless torment of self-hate. But it is still a valuable weapon in my toolbox. Even a moment’s reprieve is a cherished relief…a step further out of hell.
Maybe it’s paradoxical, but being recognized as beautiful is empowering. Long gone is the threat unwanted attention might bring with it. Through the ups and downs, I have developed confidence. I, age, and biology are in control.