The Body is Political

by P. Braithwaite

I don’t write about politics — not because I’m uninterested, but because I’m intimidated. I’m one of those ridiculous Americans who can’t name the Supreme Court Justices (I can name about 3??). I’m not proud of this, but I write to tell the truth: so much of my life is surrounded by what is popular, what is accessible, and what is available.

I’m most aware of what’s being marketed to me. We all know what’s marketed to us will probably kill us…

I’m realizing the body is inherently political. Yes, I’m a soul on a far-out cosmic journey, but …

I’m a female human being.
and black.
I’m under 30
and cis-gendered…in some circles…sometimes.

The body is political and contextual.

To thrive in a body is an act of revolution, and not just because I’m a black woman. To be ‘merican and even slightly awake…is to beat the odds. To be American and to be aware threatens national security. To ‘occupy’ your body is to terrorize the status quo. To breathe deeply through your lungs is disruptive…

…but I’m not sure what one does after that. What comes after the big deep breaths…Do I vote? Do I start a revolution? Does this mean Kim Kardashian isn’t Jesus?

I don’t know for sure, but what I do know is this: just as there’s no difference b/w the sacred and the profane…there’s no difference between the personal and political.

You matter. And you can make a difference. And maybe the level of impact doesn’t matter all that much –small revolutions are waged and won every day.

Our lives are political… But our love is revolutionary and exponential growth is the result. When we grow…the world becomes a better place.

Today I am choosing to grow wisely. 🙂

What does it mean to be political?