Because there's never enough good writing out there tackling women's bodies, I share with you this essay by Zsofi McMullin titled "The Uterus Must Go On." In it, she confronts the fact that she won't have any more children after her doctor discovers a large fibroid.
My god. At one point, I had to take to skimming sentences to keep from passing out from the imagery. (Honestly, I have no idea how I birthed a human -- I get so light-headed when confronted with images of human trauma.) But it's such powerful writing, I reread the piece a second time, when I could stomach it.
What I love about this essay is the unapologetic rawness. The language is visceral, and the intentional gaps in narrative force you to into the writer's shoes -- when she's in the shower, when she's in the hospital. And if you're a woman, it's not hard to imagine what she's going through.
Dear world. More like this, please.