Canary Yellow Crop Top

Dear Mom,

I wore a crop top today,canary yellow with crocheted patterns. It Wistfully graced itself right above my chocolate belly button. My femininity and woman-like body danced in the sunlight, with every step I took, and he watched it dance. My glides shrunk into stuttered steps. My strongness folded itself into my back pocket as he, undressed me with his eyes. My radiating confidence began to make my body break out into burns, and as I stood there young enough to be his daughter, yet the source of his lust. His eyes fixated themselves on only my womanly features that I had took pride in only moments before.My hips began to bear shame and my lips tucked themselves into the roof of my mouth. He had undressed me. He ripped my pride off my back and snatched the strength from my neck, then invited his perverted friend To join in the crucifiction of my womanly being. I wore a crop top today. And I accessorized it with shame, with insecurity to match. How does it look? What do you think?

Sincerely, Your oldest Daughter

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