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Some people hate what I wear, some people praise it.
Some people use it to shame others, some people use it to shame me, she explained.
But I feel you watching, always.
And nothing I do goes unseen.
Would you like me to be smaller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Do my shoulders provoke you?
Am I my stomach?
The body I was born with, is it not what you wanted?
If I wear more, if I wear less, who decides what that makes me?
Is my value based only on your perception?
Or is your opinion of me not my responsibility?
