Agatha

St. Agatha and St. Lucy both carry their bits with them. Exemplifying how society cuts women up into parts and serves them up.

Let us pray to them, to make them whole, and ourselves.



Yet, it is the male* stare that threatens and condemns.


Light it up, show it for all the world. All us humans are more than just the sum of our parts. Let us all be whole. Let us all be one existence.

Or, perhaps, let us not get fixated on our attributes. We are all only part of the whole, as we are each everything.

There was a woman in Basic, very young, obviously had some sort of brain damage. We all theorized she might have had fetal alcohol syndrome. She once left dirty underwear on the floor right before inspection, thankfully someone caught that before the officers arrived. She never could manage to make her bed, was forever being dropped for push-ups. Much as she annoyed us all, we did what we could to keep her going. And not just because we'd have all been punished for her errors.

Protecting the vulnerable, this is what saints at their best inspire us to do. Sacrifice our comfort to keep them safe. Stand up against violence, even when it means losing our eyes or our breasts.

Let's keep our wits about us.




*Aggressive, entitled males, mind. An obnoxious minority.