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When Your Body Becomes Your Own
There is a quiet moment when you notice it.Not fireworks.Not music.Just a calm realisation.That, finally, this body is mine. I did not grow up with that idea.My body was managed for me very early.Touched when it should not have been.Controlled when it should have been protected.I learned fast that survival meant shrinking, pleasing and obeying.…
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