Unmasking the image that is my body is like peeling away the thin paper

 

folds between the pages

 

The folds that adorned a body so flat, so uninteresting, so dimensionally

 

challenged

 

That when you turn the page, you forget about it and it just becomes another

 

body lost in the

 

leaves

 

Another pair of ass and tits and mounds of flesh that make up the singular

 

point of my physical

 

existence

 

An existence so burdened with the shame of my own skin, and the imaginary

 

lines I draw from

 

chin to navel

 

From nipple to toe

 

From eyelash to ribcage

 

That I can barely see where I begin and the pages end

Read more at Serenity’s tumblr. Serenity is 25 years old. She holds a bachelor’s in journalism and works as a paid writer and poet. She seeks to share her story and religious upbringing, not in hopes to condemn, but to help open the eyes of those who unknowingly oppress men, women, and children in such societies.