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Consider the works of authors like Anaïs Nin or contemporary poets like Rupi Kaur. They write about the interiority of the female body. “I feel myself” is a line that could easily appear in a poem about morning light hitting bare shoulders or the quiet thrum of desire before sleep. I Feel Myself Anthea Ivory
The prose style mirrors the fragmentation. Ivory eschews quotation marks, seamless transitions, and elaborate metaphors. Sentences are short, paratactic, often beginning with “I see,” “I hear,” or “I feel”—only to immediately undermine that certainty. For example: “I feel cold. No. I see my skin has bumps. Cold is a story I tell.” This recursive self-editing reveals a mind that can no longer trust its own sensory input. The “I” is not a stable subject but a verb desperately trying to conjugate itself into existence. The narrative’s climax, if one can call it that, is not a plot twist but a linguistic one: the narrator realizes that to “feel myself” is impossible when the self is merely a surveillance camera logged into a body it no longer recognizes as home. A line of sustainable, high-end home decor or