Strawberry Ifeelmyself Today

It is the difference between a sliced strawberry on a plate and the primal act of picking it up by the stem, juice dripping down your knuckles, and taking the first bite.

For a long time, I ate strawberries wrong.

— For the women who touch themselves thoughtfully, and the fruit that bleeds for them. Note: This post is written in the aesthetic and thematic style of self-discovery associated with the ifeelmyself ethos. It is intended as literary erotica/body positivity. strawberry ifeelmyself

Because no one is.

A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and completely unapologetic. It is the difference between a sliced strawberry

Not a nibble. A bite.

Then, I bit it.

The sound was obscene. A crack of seeds, a rush of juice. It ran down my chin before I could catch it. My first instinct was to reach for a napkin—to clean up, to apologize for the mess. But I stopped.