To all the people, critics or well wishers who ever wanted to change this thing about my body or that. Who told me all the flaws I have, who spent their time trying to convince me that something is really wrong with the way my body is, that I should get a little chubbier, that I should eat that, drink this, try 101 other kind of shit, to all the people who can't stop commenting on the size of my breast or ass, who can't stop telling me about how I need more (or 'at least some' as they call it) curves in my body, who think they are showing affection, who think they are only trying to help, who claim/assume that they know my body better than I do. Here's what I want to say to you: FUCK OFF. You don't know my body, you don't know how it functions, you don't know who and what it craves, you don't know what it has done for me, you don't know what I've done for my body, you don't know why I've cut marks on my thighs, you don't know what the tattoo on my skin means to me, you don't know the number of arms I've given myself to, you don't know the numbers of hands I've tried to run away from, you don't know when was the last time someone gave me a real, genuine, selfless hug.You don't know shit about my body. My body is not up for your discussion, it's not asking for your opinion, it is not asking you for suggestions on how to change it, it is not asking for ANYTHING from you. My body is not existing to please you or your eyes, my body is not existing to stand on your idea of beauty or perfection. My body is my asset, and mine alone. Not yours, not society's, not anyone else's. My body doesn't owe you perfection. In fact, It doesn't owe you goddamn thing. So the next time you come up with an opinion, suggestion or irrational questions about my body, just fold that in like a tiny piece of paper and shove that up your own fucking arse. Your unasked opinion belongs right in there.
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