This is my body. This is my home. Do not overstep my welcome mat.
I can dress this body in whatever clothing I please. If I choose to walk out in a tight dress, do not think for a second that this is an invitation for you to enter my home. Back off. I do not dress for you. I dress for myself to make me feel good. No one else.
You heard me. That lacy bralette I wear with my crop tops and high-waisted shorts? Yep, that outfit was for my self-esteem, not for your pleasure.
We, women, have the right to walk out in public wearing whatever makes us feel confident. That is all that matters. Men have stripped away our confidence like they try to strip off our clothing. So, boys, take a seat. Let us dress ourselves. Let us order ourselves. Let us be ourselves. No one else can do that job for us.
We will not sit here and let you walk all over us. We are not bottled up with anger. No. We are bottled up with rage. Ready to explode on the next boy that tells us our tight dress was asking for it. News flash, buddy, I wore this tight dress because not only do I look like a badass bitch, but I feel like one, too.
Boys, stop catcalling, OK? It is not cute. If anything, it makes you look like dumbass when you get the middle finger from me and my grandma on the sidewalk. Just keep driving. Your eyes should be on the road anyway. So, boys, the next time you drive by a pretty girl rocking her outfit, keep driving, say nothing, let her enjoy her day without any of your nonsense.
If you still do not understand, it's probably best you just stay inside the rest of your life. We, women, are strong and have had enough of your foolishness. You know the key lanyard you see us carrying around? I know you see it because your eyes are always on us, never where they should be - like in a book educating yourself on feminism. So I will just give you some insight. That key lanyard we hold has pepper spray on it. We are not afraid to use it. That is your warning to not invite yourself into our homes.
Enough of your excuses. "But officer she was wearing a short tight dress." But... but, boy, I never told you to touch me. I never said follow me down the block. I never said this outfit was for you. I never even said hello. Take your bullshit someplace else. This body, my home, has no time for you. I only have time for me.
I will continue to wear my tight dresses for myself. I choose my wardrobe, you do not. I choose the people I let into my home. This body is not a free for all. This body is my temple. Filled with fruits that I grew with my self-care. Unless I invite you in, do not dare to overstep my boundaries.
Women, do not let anyone who is unworthy of your temple invite themselves in. You are worthy of the world. Keep wearing whatever you please. Dress for you. Feel confident in your attire and do not be afraid to raise your middle finger the next time someone gets too close to the gates of your castle.
