Flesh & Bones.
Being gender fluid can be difficult sometimes.
Being born and raised in a society where quite literally almost everything is gendered, I have moments where I feel like such an alien.
Sometimes I hate my body.
Sometimes I absolutely love my body.
It really all depends on what side of the gender spectrum I seem to be drifting to in those moments.
Not having boobs, having lots of body hair. All of this drives me up the wall.
That’s just it though. Its only sometimes.
There are other times when I really embrace my body and identify it with societies twisted idea of what a “boys” body should look like.
Its comfortable. Its easy.
Not to be funny, but seriously at the end of the day.
The struggle is real.
One of the ways that I have been able to cope with my body type, if not the most helpful way, is to remind myself that no matter what my body looks like, it consist of all the same things.
Blood & Veins.
Skin & Bones.
Muscles & Brains.
At the end of the day, despite that the size, shape or color of my body is different from someone else… we are all just skin and bones.
This comforts me because…
We all have things we don’t like about ourselves.
We all have things that we wish were a little different.
We are all born and will die with the same flesh and bones.