And here is what I can gather from this: you think it is OK to objectify me because I have some skin showing. You assume it is acceptable to come a little closer, be a little more obscene, violate my boundaries and comment on my clothes because I am drawing attention to myself.
Sometimes, there are ways out that seem like they’ll be easier than having to face the world. Easier than looking someone you love in the eyes and realizing that the reflection of love has gone. Easier than seeing that flicker of anger and sadness cross someone’s face as you disappoint them again. Easier than explaining the scars or hiding the wounds. Easier than having to walk past the mirror every morning. Easier than trying to convince the darkest parts of yourself that there is hope.