text: Do you know me?
  Really know me?
  You have opinions about my opinions
  About my music
  About my clothes
  About my body
  Some people hate what I wear
  Some people praise it
  Some people use it to shame others
  Some people use it to shame me
  But I feel you watching
  Always
  And nothing I do goes unseen
  So while I feel your stares, your disapproval or your sigh of relief
  If I lived by them, Id never be able to move
  Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
  Would you like me to be quiet?
  Do my shoulders provoke you? Does my chest?
  Am I my stomach? My hips?
  The body I was born with
  Is it not what you wanted?
  If I wear what is comfortable, I am not a woman
  If I shed the layers, Im a slut
  Though youve never seen my body, you still judge it
  And judge me for it
  Why?
  We make assumptions about people based on their size
  We decide who they are
  We decide what theyre worth
  If I wear more, if I wear less
  Who decides what that makes me, what that means?
  Is my value based only on your perception?
  Or is your opinion of me not my responsibility?