Every time I get dressed, my inner critic laughs at my lockdown love handles, shaming me about what others would say if they saw me naked.
When she pipes up, I say STFU and feel gratitude for the extra curves that kept me alive through this pandemic the racial stress and sadness of loosing my dad.
With lockdown now eased in the UK, some of you have told me that you’re anxious about seeing family over Christmas because they won’t stop opening their toxic mouths about your body.
‘You”ve put on weight.’
“You’re too skinny.’
‘What happened to your hair?’
‘What have you got on?’
Blah blah blah yada yada yada
Sometimes family think they have the right to say mean things just because you’re related. Folks got so much shit to say about you, but can’t get their own crazy lives together.
Repeat after me.
This season, I will stop giving my previous energy to anyone I would not go to for advice. If folks take it upon themselves to verbally assault my body, I will remember that I am a queen and will clap back that my body is my business.
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My body is my business.
My body is my business.
My body is my business.
(If you’re feeling brave, keep this one in your back pocket.)
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Your toxic mouth is not welcome!
Your toxic mouth is not welcome!
Your toxic mouth is not welcome!