they tell us not to be defined by our bodies yet my innocence is tied to my *****'s status my appeal tied to the circumference of my thighs though beauty may come in all shapes and sizes it is only recognized as the number on the tag of that little black dress you match with heels that cut into your ankles and lead to stares that cut into your confidence "compliments" rain down and you're not given an umbrella or at least a ******* raincoat so you end up drowning, sopping wet with your sexuality your ability play down your education and play up your physical attributes so my worth is tied to how much i can disappear my careful use of measuring cups reading labels like books but let me tell you, there is nothing sensous about shoving a spoon down your throat and salads may be **** but i can't have *** with you when my blood sugar is this low while you admire my "womanly" curves i am haunted by what it took to get my stomach to lay flat so **** the desire for delicate wrists these expectations are too heavy to carry in these ******* coach purses