Sep 2014
But I am happy in my own skin. Small frame, full, pouting lips. Flat stomach, toned thighs. Thick, waving brown hair and almond shaped hazel eyes. Pale skin and cinnamon shaving freckles. Long nails that chip often. I am a short girl, but I am not childishly built. I am not stick-thin, but not plump. Boys say I have "real" curves- crudely deeming them superior to what they call "fat girl" curves, not noticing the aggravation their casual mockery of another women's body invokes in me. They touch my hair without my permission and leer at my chest. They laugh and compare me to a cat when I swat their hands away and storm off. They all want to call me kitten. Well, this one has claws.
I'm not your baby and I'm not your kitten. Don't touch me without my permission. Don't try to take pictures when I bend down to pick something up off the floor, don't leer at me when I walk in the door.
I don't take chest-staring or commentary on my **** as compliments. Being touched without my permission is an insult. Don't compare my body to that of other girls, even if you consider mine "superior." I don't care what you think. I'm happy with my body and I don't need some pervert talking about it.
I don't take chest-staring or commentary on my **** as compliments. Being touched without my permission is an insult. Don't compare my body to that of other girls, even if you consider mine "superior." I don't care what you think. I'm happy with my body and I don't need some pervert talking about it.
