It’s been a while, I know.
Quick recap of life over the past year: graduated university, moved from Indiana to Washington with the help of my amazing partner, and stumbled into a life I never would have imagined.
After graduating and moving, I realized that I haven’t written or read anything in a long time. And I find myself wanting to apologize.
An apology isn’t needed, I know. This blog and the writing I put into it has always really been for my own self purpose. Yet, I keep typing then immediately erasing words of regret.
“What are you ready to stop apologizing for?” This question, outlined in Sonya Renee Taylor’s The Body is Not An Apology spurred me to write. Growing up, apologies were as common place as the Midwestern “Ope!” uttered after bumping into someone.
I think back over this past year and all the apologies I have issued:
- I’m sorry that I can’t take all this work on.
- I’m sorry that I have to say “no.”
- I’m sorry for being fat and taking up space.
- I’m sorry for pronouns, my gender that confuses you so utterly that you choose to ignore it.
- I’m sorry for eating too much, too little, too slowly, too quickly.
- I’m sorry for being too little and too much.
- I’m sorry that I don’t want to talk about my assaulter. Or hear their name, for that matter.
- I’m sorry but I cannot take on your emotional trauma.
- I’m sorry x, y, and z.
I think about my binder, laying in my dresser. I haven’t worn it in months, even though it makes me more comfortable in my skin on my more masculine days. I imagine the feminine clothes that I rarely wear, not because I hate them, but because I know my pronouns will be less respected if I were to wear them.
These actions reflect the apologies I feel like I have to make. Apologies not through words, but through my lack of comfort in my own body. I use my body and it’s characteristics to apologize to the world for simply existing. I apologize by not asking for what I need. I apologize by staying silent when someone continuously misgenders me.
Sonya Renee Taylor has made me think about my apologies. In one simple question, she has made me interrogate myself. As I consider all of my apologies, I have to ask, “Am I able to stop apologizing for existing?”
I don’t know if I can answer that. Not yet anyway.