Privilege

Dear Reader,

There are two things that have happened recently that have led me to reconsider my privilege: the Black Lives Matter movement, as well as the “uprising” of the people for whom the body positivity movement was created. I have realized that although I identify with many marginalized communities, even the state of said marginalization is a privilege.

I may struggle, but I still have privilege.

I may have issues with my body image, but I’m still thin.

I may be 12.5% Indigenous, but I’m still white.

I may have been born a girl, but that’s never changed.

I may be autistic, but I’m still physically abled.

I may argue with my family, but they still accept me.

I may say I’m broke, but my family is financially stable.

I may be queer, but I have a boyfriend.

I may be marginalized, but it’s all invisible.

I may struggle, but I still have privilege.

You know what’s fun? Repeating bits of lines over and over. This poem is composed of “I may, but” statements.

Love, Magic