You tell me that you want me. But the reality is you don’t actually want me. You want the idea of me.
I love my body and don’t care if you don’t. I am not making it better for you. Your opinion doesn’t count in this situation. My curves are divine. I have earned every scrape, scratch, cut, bruise and scar. I smear my lips with rouge and paint my face with a smile. I don’t need to wear any make up; I prefer the au natural look if you don’t mind. I wear my dresses in quite the variety. I like...