Your a never ending motion whom resurrectes yourself to my mind, every step every thoughts every movement Made all comes back to you. Tell me now how can I be what you want.
How can I be better.... I ask of you to see me for me and beg of you not to turn every piece of me into what you desire.
My body my mind my thoughts, are not yours to decide.
Now tell me is my *** too flat for you. Is my stomach to fat for you or am I too skinny now... does my bones showing bother you? does my bust being too small really matter to you? Does my looks and color really have a say on who I am or what I could be.
Will the world really stop and look to give their whispers of mean opinions of me.
Why does my body have anything to do with you? Why does my movements have  anything to do with you? I’m not trying to be irrational with my words or questions I’m simply trying to understand... why ?
Why does the one person I want and expect to tell me I’m fine the way I am tell me the opposite while the others who are supposedly claimed to laugh and stare and talk of me in a manner no one deserves...DONT!
Please I beg of you, help me understand your ways.