What exactly makes a set of
boobs (or a body for that matter), "perfect?" You'd think someone whose boobs have been given
that...erm… “classification” would know. Well, I don't. I never will. Nor will
I ever understand why anyone would want theirs to fit this societal standard;
you see, when boobs are "perfect," it mysteriously becomes okay for
them, and the body God put them on, to be open for all manner of comments and gawking, not to mention groping and touching without the
owner's consent.
It fills me with a burning,
incandescent rage when this stuff happens to me. How do people so seriously
misjudge what is and isn’t okay regarding someone’s body? Recently, I was at friend’s party, just
standing around, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt a finger poke me
in the butt. Even supposing that that’s excusable (which it ISN’T, considering
that the people I call my friends are supposed to have a better idea of what is
and isn’t okay with me) what definitely isn’t okay is the fact that right after
I told the perpetrator to stop it, someone else came up and touched me on the
butt again.
This isn’t funny. It isn’t
like teasing me about something silly because my anger amuses people (which I
hate anyway, by-the-by). If I tell people that I do not want to be touched,
they should not fucking touch me anymore. Hell, if I have never
indicated in any way that I want to be touched, shouldn’t it be assumed that I
don’t? What the hell is wrong with erring on the side of caution and RESPECT, anyway?
I’m sick of being
objectified – as if the mind within my body doesn’t even exist. I was born with these genes. I did not
choose them, and I can help neither the fact that I have them nor the traits
they have produced in me -- not that I would if I could. (My appearance does not “cause” people to
act like asses. In the same way that women should not "dumb themselves down" to protect male egos, I shouldn't have to change appearance to avoid inappropriate touching.) I admit that I am
proud of my curves, and I'm glad to have my D-cups no matter how inconvenient
it is to have crumbs falling on them all the time. But do you know what else my
genes created in me? A personality, complete with intelligence and a severe
desire to kick some serious ASS the next time someone touches mine.
This is MY body, and I have
COMPLETE CONTROL over who gets to touch it. Just because you tell me you think it's "perfect"
(which, by the way, is a load of SHIT) does NOT make it public property or give you the right to cop a feel. I am
NOT to be gawked at like some piece of meat.
I do NOT want to hear your opinion of my body, public or otherwise, (or
worse, rude remarks that I’m supposed to be flattered by), and I am NOT TO BE
TOUCHED without my consent! I don't care if you're a guy, girl, both, or
neither. I'm NOT merchandise. Keep your wandering hands the hell away from me.
