A Woman's Anatomy

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I am a woman.
I do not choose to hide my body behind clothes on areas that others seem to think I shouldn't show.
I show a little skin from time to time, and some may call it sin.
So should I "cover up?" should I "not show my breasts?" should I "wear dresses below the knee?" and should I "never make my body be seen as something sexually?"
I am a sexual being.
I am the product of sex.
My only existence and explanation for being here today is from the love making of two people. Two bodies. Becoming one. And that result was me.
The sexuality that you think I should hide was built inside of me. I am made up of it. Every breath I take, it exhales out. I cannot rid of it. It is deep in my bones. Built in my skin.
And yes,
I understand that you do have a problem with my freeness. So you think I should be freely only with a man who I choose to marry. I should only show skin to the man who I choose to bare children with.
But, look,
I can not live that way.
I am a free soul.
My spirit flows eccentrically.
Maybe it is because I am a woman, because if I were a man, my body would be flaunted.
Broad shoulders, muscular chest, toned legs. All praised, but with me, I'm an a "attention seeker" they say. I have "no respect" for myself. I'm a "slut" or a "hoe." Flip the script, reverse the roles, now would you call a man those?
Yet still,
I am woman who expresses herself sexually.
Freely.
A free being.
Never would I want to feel like a slave to my own body.
and if you are offended then, sincerely
fuck you dearly.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 19, 2016 ⏰

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