By Megan Linton

Every morning I blink my eyes open, I force my legs to stand
And this is my activism
The 6’1 inches of my body existing, merely existing in a world where it is told
to shrink and to disappear is my activism
I pull on my clothes and slump my backpack on, and go to work and go to school
And these things, these places I exist in are my activism
And the feminism, and empowerment, and the strength that I wield like my armour
is not because of you,
I am not stronger because of you,
I am not stronger because of what you forced me to overcome,
I am stronger in spite of it.

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