O so right on! Being related to only as a sex object is so degrading, insulting, de-humanizing. Well said. I’m re-blogging this pearl.
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. “You are beautiful” we yell with such contempt. “God Dammit! Why don’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful” . It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self-sacrifice. “You are beautiful” we say through gritted teeth. “You are beautiful” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection of hate. “You are beautiful” we say holding the body that has never felt the arms of another. “You are beautiful”.
” DON’T tell me I’m beautiful”. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smile…
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my watch said 8:30, but didn’t say if it was morning or night. As I do in such cases, I checked my computer. Yay! I can sleep some more! But first I had to check my friends on “Readers,” and was moved to share a dream from last night I barely remember, but it was one of my rare funny dreams.
Some people crave sex,
It’s been a year; it’s been a lifetime!