Mayra Cuevas

“My body is a gift from my parents.
The temple of my soul, my mind, my heart.
My body is pride
a portrait of my land,
a love song.
My body is not yours to judge.
It is not yours to decide.
Not yours to criticize.
It's mine, mine alone, and no one else's.”
― Mayra Cuevas, Does My Body Offend You?

“I can’t go to school like this,” I protest, waving my hands in front of my
bare chest in an exaggerated gesture.
“They’re just breasts, Malena. Everyone has them.”
― Mayra Cuevas, Does My Body Offend You?