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Dress Codes


my mother said I like your skirt because it shows off your pretty legs that don't ever end. i wanted it to show off my favorite color. a boy called me a slut because he thought I dressed up for boys to have sex with me it was hot outside. a girl told me to Get some self respect, whore i told her I have that, thanks. i told myself to Fight like a girl. These dress codes will be gone in my lifetime.
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