We live in a world where women are often portrayed as sexual objects. We have not only learnt to reduce a woman's body to its attractiveness, we have taught women to look at their own body that way.
I too find myself pointing out the parts of my body that do not fulfill mainstream beauty standards. Hiding whatever imperfections I have found. I find myself pretending to be confident, because that too is considered to be more attractive. Constantly adapting the way I look to what I think others would want me to look like.
Feeling ashamed and unworthy, when the moment comes that I realise I am nor ever will be as perfect as an object. Isn’t that ridiculous? I am not an object.
Am I?
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