A lot of people don’t seem to realize this. The placenta is not your organ. It grows inside you but it is not yours. It’s your baby’s. It’s built out of cells that contain the DNA of a person who has yet to exist, whose body, mind, soul, etc… are, so far, unexpressed. And it’s a functioning organ. Functioning in your body, not theirs. It’s outside of your baby’s body, controlling your body, to build theirs. It takes over. It’s a colonizer.
Your whole life (since you were detached from your own placenta at birth) you’ve had these other organs: stomach, heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, as well as a digestive system and endocrine system that have been processing nutrients from your food and air and water and getting it to all the right places so that you can do stuff: run, walk, talk, think, grow, heal, fuck, finish your screenplay, etc… Then all of a sudden, some little punk of an organ who doesn’t know anything about anything, who isn’t even connected to a fucking NERVOUS SYSTEM, walks in and starts giving orders and changing the way your body distributes its precious resources? And we’re ok with this????
In my case, two of these little know-it-alls have taken over. Two placentas. Two brand new organs that never met my body before, never witnessed how it likes to work, when it likes to rest, how it feels good, how it balances sugar and insulin, how it does what it does, these guys just waltzed in and acted like they owned the place and re-routed my sugar, my blood, my iron, my hydration, all of it, as they saw fit.
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