Ever since I was born,
I’ve been really hairy.
My feet are also big and don’t look nice.
All my life I’ve gotten comments from my family,
About how, poor me, was so hairy.
You’d think I had a disease.
It was like, “What will we do with that poor thing?”

Not to mention the fun they made of my foot size,
And how I wouldn’t be able to find my size anywhere.
They made fun of me in front of everyone,
Whether they were close or a stranger.
For a long time,
When I was a child,
I thought that I was a boy.
That the doctors had made a mistake when I was born,
And that I’d transition one day.

When I got older,
My response to anyone who talked to me about my body became aggressive,
Yet, that didn’t stop them from saying hurtful things every chance they got.
I became so embarrassed of my body,
Which I never got to choose.

When I got married,
I always wore clothes that were unrevealing.
I also wore socks when the hair on my legs started growing back.
But then I got comfortable around my husband,
And made peace with my body and how I look.
I’m no longer ashamed of my body.