My Body, Not YoursMature

I saw the dirty look you gave me

When I walked past you on my way up the stairs

As I tried to push a spiked bar

Through the hole in the side of my nose.

I heard the disgust in your voice

When you asked if I have any piercings

And I pointed out that I've had a nose piercing

For almost two years,

Yet you make a fuss of noticing it 

Every time you see me.

I heard you mutter "ugh" out loud

When I said I planned to get my belly button pierced

And then you asked why on earth I would want to

And I had no meaningful answer,

Just that I think it'd look nice.

But you don't have a problem

With the fact that my ears have been pierced

Since I was six years old.

In fact,

In the past eleven years,

You've not had one complaint about it.

Just because my nose

Is a more visible part of my body

Than my ears,

Doesn't mean

That it's any more painful

Or any more damaging

Or that it looks any worse.

What's more,

I don't even show my belly off that often,

So what would your problem be exactly?

'Holy crap! I did not know that teenage girls had midriffs!'

Not f*ckin' likely.

It's my f*ckin' body

And I'll do what the f*ck I like to it.

Another thing.

When you asked my sister

If she had tattoos

She felt the need to lie

And that's probably because

When you asked me if I planned to get any

And I said "yes",

You made that f*ckin' noise again


As though we are disgusting

Just because

We want to have a thing on our skin

That you wouldn't have on yours.


I think 

That the only disgusting person in this

Is you

Because you think it's "wrong"

And "unnatural"

To have confidence in yourself

And express it with tattoos and piercings.


It's my f*ckin body

And I'll do what the f*ck I like to it.

The End

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