Navajo Woman Carrying A Papoose On Her Back — Photograph by William J. Carpenter

I am an animal.

I am constructed from flesh and bone.

My skin contains the muscle, fat, and blood that makes up my body.

I have a brain in my skull, a heart in my chest, and a stomach in my belly.

My lungs sucks in the air, and my mouth laps up the water.

My feet bring me from one place to another, and my hands never stop moving.

Each part of me is 100% unique, and each part of me is 100% my own.

I have 100% complete and total autonomy over every aspect of my body while I am alive.

No one else has any say in anything that I do with my body, whatsoever.

My body is my body. Completely mine.

There is nobody, neither real nor imagined, that has any say whatsoever about anything that I do with my body.

Once upon a time I was born, and one day in the future I will die.

Underneath my skin is a universe in motion.

Everything that happen in that universe is my own concern.

No one has any authority over my body — Only myself.

My body is just a body. It is not a movie star body, nor is it a hideous monster body.

It is just a body like a million others.

But it is unique. It is mine.

It is all that I truly own.

No one has any say about what I do with my body.

Anything that anyone may say about my body has 0% relevance to my actual body.

If I want to tattoo my arms black, that is my prerogative.

If I want to dance to Imagine Dragons while smoking banana peels, that is my prerogative.

I can eat or drink whatever I wish in whatever combinations that I can come up with for as long as I choose to do so. That is my prerogative.

If I have some extra fat within my body, that is my concern. If I have very little fat within my body, that is my concern.

If I like to wear leather kilts and beaverskin tophats, that is my concern.

I can do anything that I want to do with my body, until the day that I die.

My life and my death is my business, and no one else’s..

If a disease begins to take over my body, firstly I will say, “Fuck you, disease.”

Then I will say, “I will kill you, disease, if it’s the last thing that I do.”

And then I will go about killing that disease as I see fit, with the treatments and methods make the most sense to me, according to my own knowledge of my body and the expertise of people that I trust with the care of my body.

I have complete and 100% autonomy in the treatments that I pursue in regards to killing a disease that is trying to take over my body.

Doctors and friends may have thoughts and ideas and good information about how that type of disease has been treated in other people’s bodies, but in the end I will know what is best for my body.

Because I am my body.

Only I have experienced the birth that has brought me here into this life, and only I will experience the death that will usher me out of this life.

No person, real or imagined, has any say in what I do with my body.

In who I love.

In how I live.

In what I choose to do with my life.

Furthermore, no man has any say in what a woman chooses to do with her body.

What she eats or drinks. How she eats or drinks. Why she eats or drinks.

What she says. How she says it. Why she says it.

What she looks like. How she looks. Why she looks the way that she does.

What she wears. How she moves. Why she acts the that way she does.

A woman’s body is 100% her own, as much as my body is 100% my own.

She has 100% control over every aspect of her body, as much as I have 100% control over every aspect of my body.

Who she loves.

How she lives.

What she chooses to do with her life.

The biggest difference between men and women is that women give birth to other people.

A woman has an entire system of reproduction within her body that a man does not.

A woman has entire physical life experiences that a man does not have.

On a monthly basis.

And men still feel that they have some say over women’s bodies. That they have good reasons to have control over a woman’s body.

They do not. They should not.

No man, real or imagined, has any say over any woman’s body for any reason. Ever.

If a man tries to take over a woman’s reproductive system, she has the right to say, “Fuck you, man.”

She has the right to say, “You have no say over my reproductive system or my body, whatsoever.”

And then she has the right to go about treating her reproductive system as she sees fit, with the treatments and methods that make the most sense to her, according to her own knowledge of her body and the expertise of people that she trusts with the care of her body.

She has complete and 100% autonomy in the treatments that she pursues in regards to her reproductive system.

Family and friends may have thoughts and ideas about what’s best for her, but in the end she will know what is best for her body.

Because she is her body.

Words are Code - "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." - Rumi

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