I don’t have a single clear memory of my experience with FGM.
Because ever since it happened,
I’ve avoided thinking about anything related to my body.
I always feel like there’s something missing.
That I’m not a complete girl.
This all happened because of my family’s beliefs.
They’re from Gharbia.
I hate my body,
Every inch of it,
Because of what happened.
Whenever the topic of circumcision comes up,
Mama says she’s proud she’s had it done to me.
And that “Tahara [cleanliness] is a must for all girls.”
And that it’s a good and beautiful thing.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to overcome the feeling that I’m not a complete female.
FGM has left a physical and psychological mark on me that I’ll never get over.