Dear idiot boy I had a crush on in eleventh grade: FUCK YOU. You looked at my body and scoffed, while I looked at my body (the body I had loved up until I saw the disgust in your eyes) and felt hate towards it. Because you hated it. You told me I was too masculine. Too much. Too this. Too that. Like I could do anything but choke back the bile that burned at the back of my throat like poison.
Dear boy I had a crush on in eleventh grade: THIS IS MY BODY. I reclaim every name you’ve called me. Every hurt I’ve felt when you were close. I reclaim my body. This… is my body. This… is a good body and I am sexy. I am beautiful. I was going to thank you for turning my skin into stone, but instead I’ll say, “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE,” because that’s all you deserve. This is my body. I never needed your permission to love it.
WOOT! You go! You’re effin’ awesome!!! *tackle glomps*
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