Women’s bodies are forever under threat, making themselves smaller, but we are reclaiming their power
For so many years, I lived as if I didn’t have a body. Childhood abuse meant mine was a conquered land, a place that had been pillaged and vanquished from the very start.
Thirteen years ago, I found out I had stage 3b/4 uterine cancer. I discovered it late and by the time I did a tumour the size of an avocado already occupied my uterus. It had busted through my colon. I did not know it or feel it.
