i bet you don't know about how much i want someone to look at my naked body and say, "this is beautiful. this is art. this is mine."
because no one has ever seen me naked.
my once ugly body of hatred and anger, built up and broke into something i want people to see.
i want their eyes to rake my legs, to bite onto my collarbone because im pretty damn proud of this body.
i want someone to know where a few of my "beauty" marks are. i want someone to tell me how many freckles lay across my face. i want someone to know where the faint scars of my teenage years burn.
i want someone to know what i look like without my boxers on.
with my wide hipbones and tiny chest, spine that prods out of my warm skin. with my rips of flesh along my ear and my ribs that don't need to poke out. with my stomach that doubles over a bit. because im so proud of it.
im so proud of it and i want someone to know about it. i want to show someone.
sadly, im sixteen. and also female.
so i would be called a slut for being proud of something about myself.
funny.
