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Oliver Bee #trans #body neutrality
You wish I were in your image.
Soft and delicate crevices,
but stone and sculpted angles
where a stomach and thighs
should be.\ You want me to be
tender and warm, an ample
bosom to fit your desires. What
I want is to fit my own gaze.
My body, soft in all the wrong
places, scars gently outlining
where breasts used to be.
My body isn’t an object to be
gazed upon, it is My home.
