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thanks no i mean it thanks i was actually feeling a bit d                           o                   w         n and i needed you to tell me on a monday night at 7:53 in the middle of july that i had i nice *** it really brightened my day to know that i a human person can be complimented because of my assets instead of the fact that i work all the time without getting tired or giving up or that i study so much i feel like i'm falling apart or that i spend time trying to make the world around me a little bit better i really wanted to affirm what girls are told from the time they can listen that cup size matters and whether or not you fill out your jeans means whether or not you might matter that we will be ignored in the work place if we aren't supermodels and even if we are that is all we become bodies not people you know somebody once told me it doesn't matter what you look like because your personality can make up for anything which should be good like i look like quasimodo but with a sense of humor and a bit of ***** i'm esmerelda i can look like a spork but if i laugh and play along like nothing's wrong like girls should i can be a full fork i love that i have to be something really i do i love that being is more important than existing i love that i have to be someone who listens and never speaks i love that i have to work with all my might to be thin enough for people who don't care about other people i love that i have to have a double d and up in order to be even noticed i love that my **** has to be filled out and gigantic so that i can be assured personhood by a man because girls are only what the men see we are reduced to objects who give up and don't fight because the women who fight are criticized and ***** and killed and we can't stop it because the more we speak the more we are silenced so thank you sir for reminding me at 7:53 in a menards parking lot your wedding ring glinting like the malice in your eye that all i am is what you see
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
to the man who catcalled me outside a menards
thanks no i mean it thanks i was actually feeling a bit d                           o                   w         n and i needed you to tell me on a monday night at 7:53 in the middle of july that i had i nice *** it really brightened my day to know that i a human person can be complimented because of my assets instead of the fact that i work all the time without getting tired or giving up or that i study so much i feel like i'm falling apart or that i spend time trying to make the world around me a little bit better i really wanted to affirm what girls are told from the time they can listen that cup size matters and whether or not you fill out your jeans means whether or not you might matter that we will be ignored in the work place if we aren't supermodels and even if we are that is all we become bodies not people you know somebody once told me it doesn't matter what you look like because your personality can make up for anything which should be good like i look like quasimodo but with a sense of humor and a bit of ***** i'm esmerelda i can look like a spork but if i laugh and play along like nothing's wrong like girls should i can be a full fork i love that i have to be something really i do i love that being is more important than existing i love that i have to be someone who listens and never speaks i love that i have to work with all my might to be thin enough for people who don't care about other people i love that i have to have a double d and up in order to be even noticed i love that my **** has to be filled out and gigantic so that i can be assured personhood by a man because girls are only what the men see we are reduced to objects who give up and don't fight because the women who fight are criticized and ***** and killed and we can't stop it because the more we speak the more we are silenced so thank you sir for reminding me at 7:53 in a menards parking lot your wedding ring glinting like the malice in your eye that all i am is what you see
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