The unique story of each of us
When I look at the vagina portraits, I see landscape.
We are each a world.
Of our own.
Yes, there’s truth in generalizations: human bodies act similarly under similar conditions, and stereotypes stick for a reason. But those “truths” do not override what I feel and know in my body. Or what you feel and know in yours. Generalizing, abstraction and what experts and the news tell you are sources of information. Yes, I go to doctors, and search online for answers, and generally (naively?) believe what I hear when someone who I trust or who sounds like they know a thing or two about a thing or two tells me what’s what. I’m not saying to dismiss any of that. Though, we’ve learned that maybe some of us have let that last bit go too far. Evidence-based thinking, people. Seriously.
Also though, I think we overlook and disregard a key source of information and that is: your own body. Notice what you feel and know it in it, and count that as important.
Trust yourself first. Everyone else isn’t sharing a conversation that you’re not part of. They aren’t living together in that magazine-world. They’re each in their own worlds. Like you. Like me. Unique, specific, individual.
Don’t try to be like them, the fictitious them. I don’t want us to disappear into the inconspicuousness of the normal, sorted, corrected, right-way-to-be. Because when you do that, that’s when you are missing out.
There is so much more to the unique story of each of us expressed through, in and on the landscape of our own bodies and minds.