Only a small percentage of my gender is aesthetic. What does unfulfilled gender mean? Lovely parts, areas that are atrophied, but remain on the graceful body nonetheless? What else is there to be done in such a lineage of gaze as a mother is? Burn salt? Court contraries? Cook red- stemmed chard in order to eat only the bitter stems and drink only the bitter juice? 
Proceed by pithy will.
I regularly buried the chard leaves. Thought of how it was enablement that helped you learn to hop, to use the body that you have in order to move you toward what you desire (by way of hope). 
Impetus and incentive on a border, like those borers that found themselves aided and empowered as they rested in the strands of xyr pubic hair while xe rested on xyr deathbed.