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Twerk it Out
Cardi says, I was born to flex. A lyric from her song ‘Money’ and as I walk across the courtyard to go to work, I shake a little ass on my way to make a little cash. Saturdays, I am alone in the office and I turn up my one shitty speaker and try to keep my mood up by shaking a little ass in the office. My back hurts? Time to turn up and shake my struggle cheeks. Tired? Shake that ass. Bad mood on my way home? Deploy my resting bitch face, and stank ass walk. I enjoy the way my butt jiggles just so, sometimes I stand in front of my bathroom and strike an arty pose to behold myself.
Mine is not a body I am supposed to celebrate. I am Black but not build like a video girl. I’m nonbinary with big tits and a very feminine* I cannot even with a binder fit into the narrow cisnormative white ideas about androgyny. I am not able bodied. I’m not completely ready to claim a place in the disabled community (which as I realized recently is my community and has been, but I digress) and I limp and don’t see well, my face regardless of the poppingness of my melanin has scars and hyperpigmentation, bottom line is I am not the picture of the body to be celebrated or even enjoyed.
Even right this minute during a little body positive moment, my body is not the body to be celebrated. Our current body posi icons tend to be safe. They are mostly white, mostly smaller than average (the American average is about a 16)…
