you cut off women from reading, because books have so many vile ideas about freedom and humanity. hence, they may begin to spin ideas from the yarn of knowledge, jeopardising the conditional safety of your cage.

you cut off women from adorning themselves lovingly, because lest they begin to like the shape of their noses or the curves of their waist; they will stop caring about other people and conforming to your standards of beauty.

you cut off women from expressing because girls from good families do not raise their voices. you say the devil resides in their voice boxes and if they don’t watch their tongues, they may taint the name of their families.

you cut off women from being, so the only thing they’re left with is fear and misery. grinding that terror on the stone of fate like grains, they toil away their lives.

then you call them many many rotten things if any of them refuses to believe this. still, if they don’t comply, force is applied repeatedly.

they become a skeleton of their potential self, grieving in secrecy; because privacy is a luxury. what if in the empty silence they finally start thinking & questioning?

You aren't perfect and you won't ever be perfect. Cuz what's the ultimate perfection anyways? You will fix your brows- you will worry about your lips next. You lose weight in your arms but then notice smth off about your legs? When does it stop?

Your nose is too big? Okay but is it doing its job properly? You are breathing yes? perfect, that's what its there for. Your facial muscles move up when you want to smile? Wonderful. You can open and close your jaw? To eat the food that keeps you alive? Perfect. Thank your stars no tetanus for you. Who cares if its sharp or not. Your hands can pick and drop things? Grip on a tree when you wanna climb? Tangle with your lover's hand? You are living the life love. Who cares if your nails aren't done or your fingers are too thin or too fat or too long or too short? And the list goes on and on.