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I have never disrespected anyone as much as I have my body.
I used to look in the mirror and I only saw flaws:
My hair, 
My pores,
My not big enough boobs,
My not big enough butt,
My stretch marks,
My unwanted body hair.

My weight.
We have tried so hard to be perfect.
Not for us, but for the men
who have told us that this is what is best for us.
THEY have decided what is best for US,
And we complied, without ever questioning it.
And we grew tinier.

We are all in the same boat.
We are all being being bombarded
with the same beauty standards -
the impossible beauty standards.
They’ve told us that each body part is perfect
only if it fits their ideal standards.
Thin but plump in all the right areas.
Just right, where it hits their arousal point.
But these men have not been with a woman long enough
to understand her magnitude.
It’s the kind of shallowness that we don’t even want to be a part of,
so why should we let them dictate what we are meant to look like?
My body.
It's my body that has carried me here.
My legs have taken me on top of mountains.
My ears have listened to music at a concert.
My eyes have shown me the most beautiful sunsets.
My hands have touched beauty.
My arms have hugged so many people.
My heart has helped me experience love.
So much love.

They told us it’s not normal to have curves.
Stretch marks,
And cellulite.
It’s not normal to have the fat which protects our uterus.
We tried to diet and we did so many leg raises to remove it.
They made us think that all of us are wrong.
But if all of us are like this,
doesn’t it mean that nature intended for us to be like this?
Nature always takes over.
Like the small plant growing in the middle of a pavement.
But its roots,
Our roots 
making white waves on our thighs,
remind us that wherever we are,
and however we look,
we are whole,
just like nature.