About hairy legs

I am a feminist
But I am also depressed
So when I look at my hairy legs
I feel like I should be okay with it
Because body hair is something natural
They call it flowers that grow
In the garden that is my body
They call it miraculous and beautiful
And I believe them when they say it
But then it‘s also a sign
Of me not even having the energy
To take care of myself
And every little hair growing on my legs
Is taunting me
For letting it grow freely
For not being able to control it
Every hair a little sign of my failure
Like weeds in the garden that is my soul
And me not having the strength
To pluck it out
I am a gardener who‘s lost the motivation to do her work
And everything is growing wildly
And I just lay there in the middle of it all
Until the grass covers my body
My hair becomes dark roots growing into the earth
And my tongue turns into moss
I can‘t see anymore because there are wild flowers growing out of my eyes
Can‘t breathe because a tree is forming in my stomach and growing out of my lungs
My blood becomes the soil for new life
Perhaps decaying really isn‘t as ugly
As it sounds.

-Alisha Soraya