I am not a property that can be owned and manipulated to
fashion your needs. My face, my hair, and my body are tailored to my own
liking. I function with my own set of principles and beliefs. I do not belong
to a man, nor do I belong to a woman, nor do I belong to certain group of
certain people. I belong to myself. And I am rock solid strong, and I will not
be broken or manipulated. Bring me a mold, and I will destroy it.
My body is clothed with the clothes that I choose for
myself, and my hair is covered with the scarf that I choose for myself. My face
and my hair will wear whatever fashion suits me.
I repeat: I belong to myself. I was not built for your box;
I was not made for your mold, and I definitely was not crafted to be carbon
copy. I was made for my own happiness. In its purest form. I was made to
satisfy what feels right to me. And if
acknowledging my right to my own body makes me selfish or offensive to you,
then I am afraid that I just don’t care. As a matter of fact, I care so little
that I did not bother to come up with a little witty one liner.
It is humiliating to remind you that I was not made for you,
but I end this idiocy here.
Thanks.
