I couldn’t think of what to write for this Op-Ed so I looked back at old snippets of my writing. I ran into an article I wrote on “How to Travel Alone as a(n Asian) Woman!”, which I wrote at a time when I felt inspired and empowered as a woman. It was about fighting back and kicking butt if people try to come at you. In the wake of Kavanaugh’s confirmation I feel much less comfortable with the world.
I am frustrated and I don’t want to write.
Lots of love to survivors and everyone who cares about women. Here is a snippet of my journal from today:
“Last night I bathed and watched my belly inflate and deflate as I inhaled and exhaled. There was more of me in my middle than I’ve ever allowed myself to have. I saw my big belly as neither bad nor good, something neutral. I was impressed with myself. I breathed again. Thoughts arrived on how my belly could be smaller if I only ate less. If I put some effort into my appearance. Breathed again. I saw my belly as big and good. I loved my body deeply. In and out. Up and down.”
