My Body Is Political Whether I Want It or Not

I Never Asked for Attention

I was born with a body that doesn’t go unnoticed. Even when I try to blend in, I get stares. Questions. Comments. My third breast makes people look twice. Some are curious. Others are judgmental. But what’s clear is this: my body makes a statement before I even speak.

I never asked to be a symbol. But I’ve learned that existing freely in a body like mine is a kind of resistance.

The Politics of Simply Existing

When I share a photo, it’s not always just a photo. It’s read as a message. A challenge. A disruption.

Wearing a bikini? That’s seen as bold.

Showing softness? That’s framed as bravery.

Not hiding my difference? That’s controversial.

But to me, it’s just being. I’m not trying to start a conversation — I’m just tired of erasing myself.

The Pressure to Represent

I carry a body that people want to define. They want me to explain it. Defend it. Hide it. Or turn it into inspiration. But I’m not here to perform for other people’s comfort or curiosity. I’m here to live.

That means taking ownership of my image. It means knowing that my presence is powerful, even when I say nothing. And it means choosing to tell my story before someone else does.

Redefining the Narrative

They say the personal is political — and I feel that every time I step outside. But instead of letting that weigh me down, I let it lift me. My body isn’t a problem. It’s a possibility. It holds joy, movement, freedom. It connects me to people who see themselves in my difference. It challenges the rules just by existing.

So no, I didn’t ask for my body to be political. But now that I understand the power it holds, I won’t waste it.

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