You look at me, wherever I go. You see me and try to categorize me. Why? So that you can fit me in the little hole you call your understanding? So that you can conveniently put me in a box, and hold me back? You give me tags and you tell me what is right and wrong. You look at me, with your doubtful eyes and your tiny minds and judge me. You see me, not for who I am, but for who you want me to be. Or for who you think I am. Based on what? My appearance?
Sometimes I'm too thin for you.
Sometimes I'm too fat.
Sometimes my clothes are too slutty.
Sometimes they're too boyish.
Sometimes my skin's too dark for you.
Sometimes I'm too pale.
Sometimes I'm an introvert because I'm by myself.
Sometimes I'm an extrovert because I'm dancing just for fun.
Sometimes I'm too broad to be a girl.
Sometimes I'm not broad enough.
Sometimes I'm asking for it because I'm wearing red lipstick.
Sometimes my breasts are too big.
Sometimes they’re too small.
Sometimes I'm asking you to abuse me, to judge me, to objectify me, to tease me, to suppress me, because I'm a woman, and I'm weak. At least that's what you want me to be.
But there's more to me. More that you can’t see, because your mind is clouded with your own delusions. Stop looking at me like an object who you can pick up, fiddle with, use and then throw away. Start looking at me like a person. A human being, who has the right to do what she wants to, wear what she is comfortable in, express what she feels, speak her mind, sleep with who she wants when she wants and doesn't give a FUCK about what you think.
So the next time, look at me only when you've freed yourself from your biases and have come back to reality. When you have learned that I do whatever I do, for myself and not for you. When you have understood that I'm not going to follow your rules, I'm going to make my own. I'm not going to follow the path that you've carved for me, I'm going to carve one myself. When you're ready to accept me, my choices, my wishes, my ambitions, my goals, my desires, my sexuality, my body, my mind, my soul and my gender. Till then DON'T. JUST DON'T.
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