You assume things about me, when you don’t even know who I am. You use your bias against the people you see, not understanding that’s criminally unfair. They’re only clothes, the things I wear, I havent even been on earth for 18 years, yet you think you know my value? Because I’m not modest or holy, I show the body I was born in, I’m disgusting. I’m not slutty because my skin is showing. It doesn’t mean I’ve lost my virginity or screwed x amount of guys nightly. You assume what you don’t know, even though how many guys I’m dating isn’t your business. You don’t know me, you don’t know how much I prize loyalty, how much I try to always be improving. You don’t know how valuable I think honesty is. When I’m crying over something in my imperfectly hard life, you aren’t the one holding me in your arms.

You assume I can’t defend myself. That I’m an easy target. That you can easily take me down, just cuz I’m a woman. Your bias makes you think I don’t know the basics, when I do. You think I can’t function, that I need to be walked through it. But I’m not, I’m dressing the way I please and I can take care of myself gladly.