I grew up within a strict religious dogma that taught me my body was a temple. My body is not a temple.
I grew up in a culture that told me certain dress sizes dictate your physical attractiveness. My body is not ugly.
In high school I was told that my breasts and how they looked in certain clothing was “a distraction.” My body, just because it exists, is not a distraction.
I belong to a gender that is treated as a prize for sexual conquest. I am not a prize. I am not an object. My body DOES, however, exist for sex and pleasure and fulfillment: my own.