Playtime

I’m not for your consumption

I hope you realize that

It took me a while

It took me a while to understand that to be accepted for my

God, what’s the word

My body type

To be accepted I had to have my tits spilling out of my shirt

My stomach sucked in so tight I could barely breathe

My legs long

My ass built to perfection

Now I don’t really give a single shit about what you want 

I’ll were baggy sweaters with jeans that actually fit

I’ll stop coating my face with makeup 

I’ll stop giving myself to you when I want so badly to push you away

I thought that if i was desired, sexually, then I would have some worth in this world

Because all I am is a pair big tits with red lipstick

I didn’t care about the judgement I got from my friends

From my peers

I had to look perfect for you

My entire life you’ve been treating me like a doll

Well I’m not yours to play with anymore

So stop touching me

Grabbing me

Making me submit to you because I know if I don’t I’ll regret it

I’m done being your plaything.

Playtime is Over.