Today I was in the shower, and I looked down at my naked body. I watched the steaming water hit my stomach and decided something: I don't want my body anymore. I don't like it. It's contaminated. Your hands have touched me without my permission and I feel dirty. I want to scrape off the dirt, but it won't go away when I try. I used half a bottle of soap, but as I lay here in bed, I can still feel the itch of ill intention and the hot breath of violation. And I don't want my body anymore.
