I’m not an object. I’m not here to entertain you with my beauty. I don’t have to be beautiful in order to deserve your respect. I don’t need to be sexy to qualify for a mutually affectionate relationship. I don’t have to swallow the ideas about women that society is trying to push down my throat. I won’t squeeze myself into this tiny, uncomfortable, limiting box anymore in order to receive affection. I’m done dimming my light because it feels painful in your eyes.