My body...

My body fights. Itself, mostly. Sometimes other people. Sometimes against what it wants or what it needs. My body is a stronger fighter; it is only limited by my mental state. My body and my brain are one, coexisting to create a capable woman who can. She can do what she wants. She can elevate herself. She can nourish her mind, body, and soul. My body fights for what my mind believes, against the rainstorm of hate and violence and abuse of power. My body fights at all times, without fail or pause.