I Wish I Didnt Have A Body - Tumblr Posts

I don’t like being perceived,

whether it’s a compliment or a critique.

I don’t want your eyes to analyze, judge, and pick apart at my shell so you could place me on your beauty hierarchy.

I want you to want to know me,

to be intrigued by my soul.

And yet, at the same time,

a girl might as well not exist if she isn’t pretty.

Who am I, if not beautiful?

the dichotomy of girlhood