The problem is you.
Laughing along with it because I don’t know what the hell else to do.
Your lingering stare and predatory eyes,
I wonder why so many women struggle with EDs and then I remember you’re the reason why.
Your unwavering desire to objectify me and use me for whatever twisted fantasies you get off to,
Your lack of decency and discretion, you don’t even realize the amount of damage you cause – do you?
The irony in me trying to protect you, not wanting to make things more awkward or uncomfortable for everyone...
But fuck you and fuck your comfortability.
It hasn’t even been a year since my best friend starved herself to death because of people like you
Who fuck with our minds and convince us that our bodies are what defines you.
That’s all we’re good for right? Big tits, big ass, and a tiny waist? That’s what you prefer?
Or maybe you’re just trying to get the evil within your own heart to transfer?
Well it worked. We lost another woman to bulimia, or some other version of suicide.
Your predatory gaze made a living, breathing human want to die.
You’d think with a wife, a daughter, that might be enough
I don’t know what to even make of things at this point, reality is looking rough.
So me and the rest of women around the world will try to eat a meal and not feel guilty, wear what we want to wear and try to feel safe and comfortable in our own skin
While you continue to live recklessly, selfishly, causing this whole cycle to begin again.
