My body reminds me I'm alive by trying to kill me
by Maheen Sohail Malik
A reclamation of bodily autonomy and the shame imposed on menstruation, turning pain and silence into defiance and rejecting the stigma around a natural process.
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Maheen Sohail Malik
Dear Reader,
My name is Maheen Sohail Malik, and after 15 years of being a woman, a girl, a thought daughter, the angry one, or just me, this is part of my soliloquies, bled onto paper for you to read. I’m really just a girl who stays in her room all day, blasting her white girl music, writing a new piece after every minor inconvenience, reading a book that has been on my shelf for months because I buy a book practically every time I step outside of my house, or watching the F1 race. I’ve been published once before with TWS Publications in “Eden’s Cry”, and after that I met a litany of people, many of whom I believed would make it onto this page, yet not all things last forever, hence as my one last try, I let their essence live as long as my words do. This is for those who stayed, even when they had every reason to leave: Neha and Jannat. I hope you find pieces of yourself where I left my whole.
With all my love.
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Voices Of Her
TWS Publications brings you "Voices Of Her," a collection of powerful narratives and reflections centred on the lives and resilience of women.
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