bitter melon
"She cried, "No choice! No choice!" She doesn't know. If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever.
I know this, because I was raised the Chinese way: I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, to eat my own bitterness."
-- Amy Tan, "The Joy Luck Club"
And now I question so many things when I look at the reflection of my naked body in the mirror. I cover my breasts horrified that it will never see the sun again. For the first time, I feel ashamed of this body. Any attempt at covering it up is fruitless. My thoughts of double happiness starts to wander into the realm of double standard but I catch my tongue. It is better 'to eat my own bitterness' than to say anything at all.
after awhile, even bitter melon starts to taste sweet.
posted by Melba Toast @ 3:31 AM
2 Comments:
Jane,
I'm all bleary eyed now from reading this. We need to get together and have the painting party we were meant to have... painting our beautiful yellow and white bodies all different colours, with the special red circles, of course, and no boys allowed ;)
I e-mailed you, but is your e-mail still what I think it is? The stinky one?
Take care, lover,
Cait
Hi love,
I hope you're enjoying the sun, sand and smells. My e-mail's still the stinky one.. I'll be waiting for it :). *muah* Patiently waiting for your return,
--jane
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