I wish people spoke about bodies the same way they visit a crush's house.
"Hey, Ms. Smith,
I like your son,
but have you thought about having your garage removed."
"Hey, Ms. Smith,
I like your daughter,
Is it okay if I dig in your fridge,
and rifle through your underwear drawer."
"Hey, Ms. Smith,
I like your child,
I'm not rude if I stomp on your carpet with muddy boots,
I'm just making a point."
People are more respectful of buildings than they are of bodies.
My body isn't open for commentary.
If I don't know you, don't touch me.
You don't get an opinion, I'm not your welcome mat.
My body is sovereign.
You're not even a guest in this house.
-o0o-
