The words scribbled on my body came from a variety of sources: parents, lovers, bad bosses. They referenced both my physical deformity and aspects of my personality that are apparently viewed negatively. Whether this negative view of my personal traits was more amplified by my status as an assigned female at birth, femme-presenting person, or the fact that certain things about my appearance are slightly off, who knows. But God forbid you be anything but grateful, sweet and cooperative. Especially if you’re a woman. Especially if you’re anything other than conventionally beautiful. Read more…