Lidia at 49:
It hurts in my skinsong. It hurts in the years it’s taken to unlearn
everything I was told about my own bodymind. It hurts when I
breathe too loudly and hear my father’s voice chiding me, my sister,
my mother: “Do you have to breathe so loudly?” It hurts when
someone I love is suffering needlessly—some person or force or lack
making them feel “less than” or wrong—it hurts knowing the only
way through is through this death culture teaching us a woman’s body
is always and forever a thing. Is that in my arm? My leg? My breast?
My vagina? My head or heart? Yes.