If having hairy armpits isn't feminine, then why was I given them?

If me looking like you or not looking how you want me to look bad, then why was I made this way?

If me dancing with my legs jiggling at their sides should be kept inside, then why do I have them on the outside?

If me being unattractive is wrong, then why is being attractive right?

If my voice when sang cracks like how sandwiches get cut and how bones break, not how it should be, then why would it happen?

If me making a mistake is inevitable yet everybody looks down on me once I do it, then why did I make this mistake? Why was the term mistake invented?

In the first place?

Why do all the things you judge on, happen?

Why do all the things you judge happen?

Why do all the mistakes and unkept hair and unbrushed skin, unloved parts, even made if they weren't supposed to be there?

Why was I given this body as if it's a thing to be ashamed of?

Why did it happen then?

Why do I have pimples and why does it pop and seep out if it wasn't supposed to? Why did it happen?

Why does me going to the bathroom making the number two gross when we all do it? Should it just not be?

And why do all things bother you? and all the things that bother you get fixed while the things I loved about myself have to get destroyed in order for you to be pleased? I guess that was also meant to be? Right?

But the parts of my body weren't though?

Why does a boy having a high voice bad? Why does he sound that way then?

Why does a man liking pink a disgrace, is he supposed to be in grace?

Why is he short when you say he should be tall? Why did that happen then?

Huh?!?

Huh?

HUH?

All the things you say shouldn't happen are happening? What does that mean?

What does that have to say about you?

All the things you judge are being pushed onto me!

All the things you love stay and the things I want have to leave

All the things you judge are now not being judged? Is that wrong now? Did not have to happen that way?

What way is right? Which one is feminine? Who is the good? Who is the bad? Why was I born this way? Why are you right? Why do you judge me? And why do I listen?

Well.

I have to say to this is....

Bullshit!

I am female, with my armpit hair and hairy legs, arms and private area. I shouldn't hide my big breasts that bounce and shoulders that shine. I don't need to wear pink in order to be a girl. I don't have to have a perfect face to be pretty. I can have problems of my own and be listened to. I can make mistakes and be judged too. But I can also be loved. Yes. I. Can.

I can poop and pee.
I can sing off key and in the note.
I can share or don't.
I can make something new or keep it the same.

But why does what you have to say be the final cut?

I am female!

Even if you don't like it

I am female

Even if I don't cry

With small boobs or with large ones

With a clean slate or a dark past

Being in between

And being one or the other

I am me

And what I wear or do doesn't define me

What you say to me doesn't change me

And what you think doesn't have to bother me

But what I think doesn't have to bother you either.

I'm not here to please or here to win your affection.

I am here to be and whatever that means, what I was given to begin with is worthy, and should be here.

I love my body

My curves and nonexistent boobs.

How short I am and how tall I feel.

My brown eyes when they're sad or happy.

Hair that covers my body and when it doesn't.

I love when my body reacts naturally, when it bounces and jiggles, squishes and shows up even when it hides. This is what was made. It was meant to be.

I am here to stay and not to retreat.

You can say what you think and feel and so can I cause I am fierce.

I am all this beautiful mess that was made to be with all this beautiful mess and here to be.

I'm here to stay... Stay stay

Be.. be. Be

And you can say say say

What you wanna say say say

But it don't change

Who I am

And I won't change

Who I am

You think being fat is ugly and I need to get better, well I think it's pretty and I love my body.

You think being skinny is deadly, well, I am sure as hell am living. And loving my body.

You think being squishy is a bitchy body to be in, well, my body has been treating me right.

Oh ya, this whole time.

I love myself. I love my body.

You're judges don't gotta make a sound.

My body is perfect, just the way it is and you can't stop and please. don't even try.

But I know, all this time you have been trying and easily have been succeeding.

But this time around you're not winning, not one golden prize.

We're no longer listening to your standards that we can't stand for.

We're going to live and be ourselves. Love ourselves. Because If I wasn't meant to look this way then I wouldn't be looking this way.

How I look, is exactly how I'm supposed to look.

I'm gonna love it.

Every part of it.

Cause it's exactly how it's gonna be

If having hairy armpits isn't feminine, then why was I given them?

Well, baby, I am female and I've got hairy armpits. How bout that? Does that answer your question?

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