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We Apologise For Our Bodies

Added 2023-10-07 06:27:10 +0000 UTC

We go to yoga classes. We apologise for our bodies. We work 50 hours a week. We apologise for our bodies. We rise to the top of our chosen fields. We apologise. We raise six toddlers and five labradoodles. We apologise. We go out for milk. We play. We laugh. We forget, for a while, that we are supposed to apologise for our bodies, and so we go to sleep counting lumps and marks we'll never see on the cover of Vogue.

We apologise for our bodies even as we sleep, for in the beginning was the word and the word was with god and the word was god of the svelte, the small, the traditionally sexy.

And the word was made flesh, but only if our bones crawl through our flesh. Only if our fat index is low enough to qualify for a fashion week catwalk

or an anorexia ward

or a feeding tube.

In the beginning the word was made flesh so we apologise for our bodies.

We go to the supermarket and express our shame through the emptiness of our shopping carts, for the flesh is god only if we do not eat, do not look into mirrors, do not feel the sheer weightlessness of not apologising for our bodies.