The Body is not an Apology !

Patriarchy has only one verdict for a woman  :  “You’re not enough.”

She lacks Skills and Talent

She does not have a Home

Her eggs are getting older

Men want to negotiate you down into something easier to label, easier to own, easier to tame.

"The Body Is Not an Apology" - By Sonya Renee Taylor.

Although i read only the summary ;
"My body is not an Apology" is a powerful manifesto for women, who are non-conformists—who are tired of justifying their choices, their identities, or their pace in a world obsessed with "The Right way to Live".

In 2008, after my father passed away, men came — not with grief, but with proposals wrapped in property papers.
“Sree, he has a house. You don’t.
This is the right match.” - said the society.

My lack became their currency.

So I packed a suitcase — not of clothes, but of defiance.

Do you know what is defiance ?
Saying no to being chosen because of your lack? That’s defiance.

I left India with nothing, moved to Singapore — no wealth, no safety net— just a broken heart, a fierce will, and no backup plan.

There were days I went to bed hungry, surviving on a single meal, not because I lacked ambition— but because I was fueling a dream.

Every skipped meal was a brick of my home.  I moved to Japan after the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami when everybody were returning.

I still remember that version of myself—Sree—curled up in a corner of Beijing airport, catching five hours of sleep on the way to Japan. It was just a short detour to India from Singapore before relocating again.
I did it all for one reason: to buy my own home.
Because I never wanted to give anyone—any man—the chance to say,
“Sree, you are not enough.”

In 2011, I bought a house—from the bones of my hunger and the fire of my refusal to be defined by anyone else’s measure of “you are not enough.”

I didn’t marry a man with a house.
I became the woman who bought her own house.
Not with dependency or with the support of any masculine ; But with the fire they tried to put out.

I'm not talking about a success story from 14 years ago—I'm still living that success even today.

Aaj bhi chalti hoon apne raaste,
Kal bhi jeeyungi apni shartein leke...
Zindagi… sauda nahin

Main hoon junoon,

Na bikti hoon, na jhukti hoon.…

Even I can write hindi poems !

Negotiation  is a pattern rooted in survival—repeating old behaviors again and again, even when they no longer serve us. It’s the strategy of enduring, not truly living. To thrive, we must let go of survival mode and choose a life of depth, growth, and fullness.

Now they’ve returned. But not with proposals. They come with whispers:
“Your body is changing.” “Your eggs are ageing.”

As if my worth is still measured in what I can offer up to patriarchy — this time, in the form of a womb.

I am not here to be tamed. 
Not here to wait my turn. 
Not here to be picked.

My Body Is Not an Apology. 

If I’m ever unable to bring a child into this world, perhaps it’s because I was meant to care for those already here.
May be if i find a partner like DEI Enthu I would consider every child of my external other self whether or not of my womb as my own child or i would care for orphans, the differently-abled, the overlooked.

“The Self is non-negotiable—because I am not up for negotiation.”
Self is Non-Negotiable ! DEI Enthu !

Hosanna !