sam

i mean i was always treated as more mature when i was little but at least i was still… well, a child, young, i was a girl, not a woman

that wasn’t even the worst part though. period is biological, and you don’t have to tell anyone that you have it. nobody sees it if you’re careful enough. nobody cares.

my breasts developed super early and i’ve always been insecure about them (not because of the poor boobs themselves but because of how i was treated and spoken about with them)

i wasn’t the one who made myself insecure, it was the constant sexualizing, objectifying me as a baby-making machine at the age of fucking ten years old because i was born a woman.

“bigger breasts = more kids = man happy” was what my dad would tell me when i tried to vent to him about how my classmates were making comments about my anatomy that made me uncomfortable

and i was a child being told disgusting things about myself which were supposed to make me feel “lucky” because, apparently, i was born with the sole purpose to satisfy young boys and grown men with my body

which, by the way, is both the parents’ and the child’s fault. the parents neglect their kid, not teaching him about manners, respect, personal space, and what does the little one do? grow up to become a misogynistic pig, a piece of shit, the biggest scum of planet earth. and when the mother finally wakes up and realizes her own son doesn’t respect her anymore, he is forever set in his ways because he believes that nothing he does or says is wrong because he has a penis. primitive, but it’s true