Jan 2014
It is exactly that: MY body. That means that I get to decide what it is and what it is not.
Don't call me fat, skinny, ugly, or hot. My body has not failed me. It has provided for me when outside sources did not. My legs are strong and hold me up. I can skip, walk, jump. My arms allow me to really do. I can write, hit, hug. My curves make me a woman. I don't even have to tell you what I can do with those. My stomach holds many of my vitals in. I would not be alive if not for my midsection. And so I thank my body.
Don't judge my body.
You have not been through what I put this ***** through every day. It is rigorous.
I used to cut myself. My skin was split. It had to open and come back together and reconnect more times that I can count. It barely left scars. My skin is strong. I used to make myself throw up. My digestive tract was being littered with corrosive acid on a daily basis. My stomach was devoid of real food. Do you know what that does? And yet they still work perfectly for me. Every time I've smoked, my lungs have been polluted. And yet, all things considered, they still work extremely well for the damage they've been subject to. For that, I thank my body.
Don't judge my body.
You don't know how long it has taken me to love this thing. You don't know my history with self-esteem.
I used to hate my body. I thought I was fat, that my ******* were too big, and that I was flat-out undesirable. I would punish myself by spending hours at the gym to the point that I would fall down or throw up. I would cut deep. Guys didn't want to touch me, and I thought it had something to do with me. I kind of changed for the wrong reasons. Now all guys want from me is physical intimacy, and yet no guy wants a "real" relationship with me. I am not concerned. I used to be. I used to think, once again, that there was something wrong with me. Now I know that it is not me who has the problem. And I am not single because I can't be with anybody. I am single by choice. But they way boys treat *** can lead a young and vulnerable girl to question herself. It has taken me a long time to accept and love my curves and my body as a whole. And now I know that once you love who you are, no person can take that away from you.
But still, don't judge my body.
Don't call me fat, skinny, ugly, or hot. My body has not failed me. It has provided for me when outside sources did not. My legs are strong and hold me up. I can skip, walk, jump. My arms allow me to really do. I can write, hit, hug. My curves make me a woman. I don't even have to tell you what I can do with those. My stomach holds many of my vitals in. I would not be alive if not for my midsection. And so I thank my body.
Don't judge my body.
You have not been through what I put this ***** through every day. It is rigorous.
I used to cut myself. My skin was split. It had to open and come back together and reconnect more times that I can count. It barely left scars. My skin is strong. I used to make myself throw up. My digestive tract was being littered with corrosive acid on a daily basis. My stomach was devoid of real food. Do you know what that does? And yet they still work perfectly for me. Every time I've smoked, my lungs have been polluted. And yet, all things considered, they still work extremely well for the damage they've been subject to. For that, I thank my body.
Don't judge my body.
You don't know how long it has taken me to love this thing. You don't know my history with self-esteem.
I used to hate my body. I thought I was fat, that my ******* were too big, and that I was flat-out undesirable. I would punish myself by spending hours at the gym to the point that I would fall down or throw up. I would cut deep. Guys didn't want to touch me, and I thought it had something to do with me. I kind of changed for the wrong reasons. Now all guys want from me is physical intimacy, and yet no guy wants a "real" relationship with me. I am not concerned. I used to be. I used to think, once again, that there was something wrong with me. Now I know that it is not me who has the problem. And I am not single because I can't be with anybody. I am single by choice. But they way boys treat *** can lead a young and vulnerable girl to question herself. It has taken me a long time to accept and love my curves and my body as a whole. And now I know that once you love who you are, no person can take that away from you.
But still, don't judge my body.
