The act of getting smaller while growing up as a girl
On the experience of growing up as a girl, when the body begins to change. I relate to this so much. Will be writing a short piece about this, and am interested in hearing similar or different experiences. Any women who relate to this? Your thoughts? How did you feel when your body started to change, and how did your close environment react to these changes?
“Once, she would have gone barefoot and careless, unnoticed by the few people she passed in the fields. For the first time that summer, she found herself drawing her arms across her chest and hunching her shoulders, keeping her eyes to the ground.” Sarah Day, Mussolini’s Island.
a Palestinian feminist writer, born to a Slovak mother and a Palestinian father. Growing up in two countries and between two cultures, my identity is composed of both, and my multicultural background affects my writing. I write fiction, poetry and non-fiction fragments. My first novel, “Haifa Fragments,” was published in 2015 by Spinifex Press (Australia), New Internationalist (UK), and translated into Italian and Turkish. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Haifa. In my fiction, poetry, as well as non-fiction, I deal with political and social issues such as identity, belonging, racism and discrimination, art as political resistance, hard-core social taboos in the Palestinian society, and issues affecting women and the LGBTQI community, all from a feminist perspective. I’m a member of the radical feminist collective Isha L’Isha – Haifa Feminist Center, and live with my daughter in Haifa.
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