Boobs: A Poem
Boobs: A Poem
I have amazing boobs.
I do.
Starting in high school,
People said things like:
"You're going to be a real
husband-pleaser"
And
"Some man is going to be real
happy one day."
I have amazing boobs.
Guess what?
They. Are. All.
Mine.
I haven't thought about these comments people would make about my boobs in a long time, and it dawned on me how deeply misogynistic these statements were. And it was mostly other girls and women who said them. We were all soaked in the ideology that our bodies were for our future husbands. At the time, I didn't bat an eye when anyone said this (I even laughed about it). Weighing our bodies' value by how enjoyable it would be to a man some day was just so--normal.
When I was in my early twenties, my father discouraged me from getting a surgery because of the potential scars it would leave on my body. I needed to wait until I could discuss it with my future husband.
He did not make one inquiry or allusion to how the surgery would impact ME. Or the impact it would have on MY body. It was all about my future husband.
When people say purity culture is another form of rape culture, this is what they mean.
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