"That girl has no shame!
No worry about her family's name.
She posts pics about free the nipple,
And instagram stories with butt wiggle.
She carries sanitary napkins with no black bag,
As if about her dirty blood she wants to brag." "That girl has no fears!
Not of getting her vagina teared.
She posts pics in short clothes,
With her bare waist and neckline low.
Oh! Photos with so many guys,
Must be a slut with too many ties. " 'That girl' is just a girl.
A rare gem, a rare pearl.
A dame who gives no damn.
A ferocious lioness, not a lamb.
You talk ill about her lifestyle,
So unnecessarily rude and vile.
With sarcasm and faith in her wings, she is strong little bird.
A power unknown to your crude, besmirching herd.
I'm honestly fed up, with how girls are told to not get pregnant, but how often are guys told not to get a girl pregnant? Just because you dont carry that baby for 9 months, it doesn't mean that child isn't yours. If you get someone pregnant that is still your child, and your friends shouldn't be patting you on the back for getting laid. Guys, can easily walk away from the girl, and baby, the girl however is still called a slut, but no one is asking where the father is? I once was given a story, dressing "slutty" is like putting chocolate in front of girl and asking them to do school, and not focus on the chocolate. First off you're saying that a girl is a toy to a guy, secondly no matter what you put in front of me I can still focus on school. So dont give me that bs of I'm distracting a guy. I'm told daily not to dress slutty so I won't get raped, but rape is cased by rapist, not how I'm dressed. For example, I went to the store, with my mother and younger brother, I was bored because my brother was trying on pants, so I found a dress, and tried it on, this dress went down to my knees and wasn't see through, however part of the sides were cut out and it had no back, it came down lower than everything else I wear, but everything else I wear is a hoodie. My mother asked to see the dress, so I showed her, later in the car, my mother goes off at me about how the dress was slutty, and whether she meant to or not, called me a slut.
This is to all the haters that have sent messages thru Facebook and Instagram. At '48', I am single, independent, self-sufficent. I don't and won't ask for your permission on anything, I say or post. This song is by Bae Miller..S.L.U.T. meaning, 'Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing'. #notaslut,#owningmyage,#haterskeephating,#don'tlikethandon'tfollowme.🤔🤣😛💋💪💃🙊🙉🙈💣
#Repost give it up for our bad ass mutha @xhollow_bonesx ・・・
Growing up i was always teased by the boys for having boobs from age 9 upwards, i was picked on by girls for having them, when i was at school, the cool thing to have was lovely small boobs with a tiny waist and a massive thigh gap, this just wasnt me, i rode bmx and was one of the taller girls. My boobs began to define me, i was forced into unwanted advances from a young age, (wont go into that) but then when i got my breasts i felt dirty and slutty, because you could see my bras through my white school shirts or childrens clothes were ill fitted for breasts. My breasts became a part of me i hated, then when i had a child, they failed me and didnt produce milk, they seemed to define me, wether i wanted sex, wether i could be a good mum, the list goes on, now i wear them with pride, they may be big and not so pert. But who cares, they are mine and i love them. I hope this inspires another lady to be proud of her boobs, big, small, pert, not so pert, big nipples, small nipples, they are all beautiful. Be proud.
Shedding some light on some recent conversations with @luxe_life_flow and relevant posts by @gypsyon__ And it being internationally women’s day and all, I feel like I want to give my two cents on the way we speak to and about women who are comfortable in their sexuality. I’m totally comfortable in my own skin. I love my body and have no problem showing that. Why should I? Is it intimidating when a women respects herself enough to not need a mans validation? With that being said- I don’t post the things I do or make money the way I do because I don’t respect myself. It’s because I want to. Point blank. Last year, my own MALE family members told me I was a whore, a slut, and all I was good for was “shaking my ass for money” and that hurt, but I realized they were just victims of the way society believes we should treat women. If she won’t give it up, she’s a prude. If she does, she’s a slut. If she says no to you, she’s a bitch. If she says yes, she’s easy. I’ve realized this for a long, long time. But does it make me want to rethink my decisions? Nope. I am not changing the way I dress or the things I do because you can’t control a boner. My body isn’t sexualized until I am having sex with somebody. So to all the guys that stop me on the street, DM me just to comment on my looks, make sexual comments at me, assume I’m easy because of my occupation, send me dick pics...fuck you. No respect from me. I will not stay quiet for your convenience. #pussypower •
So... I got really upset today, I lost my virginity while I was fifteen, and my sister was talking to my mom about how, “Anyone who has sex before they’re married is a slut.” And my heart broke.. me and my ex became friends with benefits and I’m very careful sexually.. (especially now with my current boyfriend living two states away from me) I use protection too!! So don’t listen to negativity about being sexually active! Embrace it! For sex safety reasons you could use condoms, birth control, non-penetrative sex, toys, etc! Though educate up on these! I’ll be posting things about sex safety tomorrow! I love you all and goodnight!! 😘 #sex#active#safe#notaslut#behappy
“The length of my clothes does not decide the height of my character”
There is so much more to a woman than the clothes she wears, she's an expression, a blank verse. She does not have to segregate herself in octave and sestet, into metres and rhymes. She can flow however she wants. She does not require your validation to feel herself worthy of respect, your labels are inconsequential to her glory and grace. Her body is her monopoly, to be loved, cared and worshipped by her alone. To wrap it in garments or strip it bare is her choice alone. She can love her scars like gems and wear her skin like an ornament. The way you see her is your problem because however she is she'll never be perfect for you, too dark, too pale, too skinny, too much weight. Your standard for beauty is outdated and it's not her concern anymore. She's not a sonnet, with rules of how she should be. She's an ode to the entire womanhood, writing her independent and unique art of feminity. You keep the rights and wrongs for yourself and she will keep her passion and radiance, don't get too close, she'll burn you. And prude, slut, whore, tease, nun, bore, old-fashioned are the adjectives that belong in your ancient vocabulary, in hers there's only one, woman. To her, every woman is a human and a sister. She doesn't compare herself with them, she helps them nourish and they help her and together they walk, in scarves, saris, shorts, skirts, bikinis, tank tops, shirts, dupattas, dresses, gowns, jeans, t-shirts, jerseys, crop tops, without a bra, with a bra, in a burqini, in a hijab or naked. Her clothes are not an extension of her personality. Her clothes do not make a 'no' 'yes'. Her clothes do not give you the permission to touch her, grab her, fuck her without consent. So, moron, keep your opinion, your comments to your own petty self. Us, women are above reproach. We were born free, we'll live free.
Riya Surekha Mishra
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