Stop Sexualizing Me
The shirt i wore for years
That began to squeeze me too tight
Went from beautiful to unsuitable
As if i asked for the swell of my breasts,
The sway of my hips,
The growth of my body,
Shaming me for something i didn't want
Labeling me for what i couldn't help
It must've been eight, twelve, fifteen
What age did i go from cute to sexy,
From adorable to inappropriate,
From a girl to a woman?
YOU ARE READING
words i'll never say
Poetrya collection of poems from a teenager with chronic depression and anxiety.
