Body Of A Goddess - Austin Taylor

At 5:00 AM, the goddess body was a trembling mess on a yoga mat, trying to touch her toes without throwing up. The night before, she had eaten exactly twelve almonds and a cup of black coffee. Her mother had cried. Her father had looked away.

Austin had laughed. It was a hollow, ugly sound. “Because goddesses aren’t real, Maya. They’re just stories we tell so the rest of us feel like failures.” austin taylor body of a goddess

Austin scrubbed harder. “No,” she said quietly. “It’s a cage. I’m not a goddess. I’m just a girl who’s learning how to live in her own skin. And that’s finally enough.” At 5:00 AM, the goddess body was a