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**** culture and dress code

I am told that I should love my body,

and I should not be ashamed.

BUT the white, conservative men tell me otherwise, making me feel nothing but shame.

 

When did it become okay for a male's education to be more important than a woman's rights?

 

When did it become okay to sexualize a woman just because her shirt does not cover her rear end?

 

This is apparent in the things my teachers have told me.

"Your shirt must be fingertip length when wearing yoga pants," she said.

"Why?"

"Because the males that sit in the class might be too destracted to listen to my lecture."

 

We are treated like *** toys.

Us girls are used for nothing more than a mans pleasure, so they imply.

 

This is MY body, and no one else's.

I may do what I please,

and no one should have a problem with it.

 

I refuse to be sexualized and treated like we are living in the 1920s.

But I must conform and live in fear of my consequences.

 

**** culture is real,

and school's are promoting it.

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skai
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Sep 25, 2014
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