My spine is a body modification that was not my choice. T4 through L3 to keep my organs from being crushed by my own body as a preteen. Repeated surgeries on L5 as an adult. Still I am visually assaulted by messaging being told to perform femininity even to the danger of my own life, or that of an unborn child. Being held in place by the hands that work together, the hostile aspects of masculine and feminine horrified of difference, that must crush any other way of being that life has brought.