A solo dance by Christine Borch
This is my right. To feel wrong. This feels right. I have the right not to judge this body as wrong. It feels right, for me, to move in this way. Into a way. What I feel is what I trust. It make sense because I do it. It will be what I do. You see what you sense. This I know, in the body. You know me better now, and the body you gave me. Breathe in, breathe out. This has to be right. If wrong, you would die. Allow yourself to respond. Give in or give up. There is no right or wrong way to look at this body. There is no absolute truth regarding one's own pain. There is no real body. That is how the body comes to matter.