One morning, she caught her reflection and didn’t look away.
Then one night, lying awake with a knot in her shoulder and a weight in her chest, she whispered into the dark: el cuerpo the body
"We’re on the same team," she said.
The scar on her knee — remember the fall from the bike? You got back on. The calloused feet — remember the summer you walked through three countries? You saw everything. The stomach that curved softly — remember the baby who slept here? You gave life. One morning, she caught her reflection and didn’t
So she began.
Thank you, legs, for carrying me to the kitchen. Thank you, hands, for holding my child’s face. Thank you, lungs, for breathing while I slept. for breathing while I slept.