Virgie Tovar

I would lose sight of how magical my body was, how magical I was. I would lose the sense that my body was mine at all.

Through a series of violent, culturally sanctioned events—so commonplace that women simply call them “life”—my innate relationship to my body was taken from me and replaced with something foreign and alien and harmful.

the inherent magic of being alive and the vehicle through which that magic is experienced, my body.