“The spreading of the curse,

happens with a single gust of wind,

a glimpse in the mirror.

And it begins…the spread.

It’s not just :

Our small, medium, large breasts.

Our big chunky cellulite thighs.

Our hairy legs, underarms, arms, nipples.

Our small, large, flat, unremarkable arses.

We spread from: mother to daughter, aunty to niece, friend to friend, stranger to stranger.

But when the wind pauses.

We are blooming, we are beautiful, we are the violet amongst the sea of dirt.

We are OUR Paterson’s Curse.”