For the one that I have know all my life:
How can you tell me that my body is a temple.
How can you tell me that my body is perfect.
When you do not know the scars that it contains.
When you have made no effort to uncover my scars.
And for the one who I know so well, and yet not at all:
How can you tell me that my scars don't compare.
How can you tell me that mine do not exist.
When you have never taken the time to hear my pain.
When you have never given me the safety you expect me to give to you.
The story of the scars that I carry with me:
moments like photographs of time, positions, my body, his body, her body.
violations of our bodies.
Scars that I cannot control replaced by scars that I can.
Blood and violence out of choice to regain my control.
To fight against the scars of the past.
A fight for my life.
A fight to get back my life from the memories of the scars.