body.

the breasts beget binary and the hips are too honest, hugging their jeans in false femininity. the body feels heavy, a hungering horror of cultural and societal fascination. womanhood wiles its way into this body despite plaintive protests of the mind, curling up over the edges of androgyny and alien identity.

the body swells and curves like rolling ocean waves, and dysphoria crashes continuously upon their gendershore. they pick at the clothing, the hair, the skin, but picking problems out of the body is trickier than anticipated when the body bends and breathes in the binary.