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Original Acrylic Painting

*The second picture is a more accurate depiction of the color she is.

36” x 36”

No Rain, No Flowers

Since girlhood, 

My body has been a site of unwanted attention.

hyper-sexualized, mocked, and misread. 

I was taught to hide.

To shrink beneath oversized clothes, 

to silence the beauty of my own form, 

to brace for the intrusive questions and the sideways comments. 

Tall, thin, and full-chested, 

I became a canvas for other people’s projections,

before I ever got to define myself.

This painting is my declaration,

that my body is not yours 

to consume, label, or diminish. 

It is mine, 

sacred, soft, and sovereign. 

I paint myself here,

not as an object of the gaze, 

but as a subject of power. 

Curled inward, 

wrapped in a field of roses, 

I hold myself with tenderness and strength. 

The blue of my skin signals both the ache 

And the calm of returning home to myself.

This is not shame.

This is not secrecy.

This is ownership.

May no one ever speak over my body again. 

May every petal, 

Every curve, 

Every color remind you that,

I belong to myself.