I’m not weak.
I’m not weak, even though I weigh forty pounds below the average for my age.
I’m not weak, even though I was always sick as a child.
I’m not weak, even though I have a bad shoulder.
I’m not weak, even though I’ve never been able to run a mile under ten minutes.
I’m not weak, even though I am biologically female.
I’m not weak, even though I throw up and nearly pass out every month.
I’m not weak, even though I’ve been depressed and suicidal.
I am a complex, living, breathing human being.
You cannot jump on these facets of my identity to call me weak –
So don’t.
