This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Alaska chapter.
We fight all the time:
Her and I.
“Don’t wear that.” “You put too much there.” “Why are you always making me late?”
“God, you’re disgusting.”
She wants me to take better care of her;
She penalizes me when I don’t.
By ripping oil deposits through my epidermis,
Making me semi-asthmatic when I walk up the stairs,
And cutting indents in my skin from where I have too much.
I get tired of fighting,
I get tired of pampering her,
I stay under the covers and forget what kind of soap I bought last.
I want to fight,
I want to take care of her,
She and I:
We are one.
A soul and a body
When they understand
One another’s boundaries
Only then can they form
Mutuality.