Women have started movements. We grab hatchets and tear down bars. We stand in front of death, large hooves crushing our chests, to fight for the right to vote.
If there are three types of women, then I am one shade of strange.
Women have bones structures that make men lust- a la 'I've got the gift of one liners, and you've got the curse of curves' (Cute is What We Aim For)
Scapulas that protrude from the curve of a back, a sign that being stretch thin is all the rage.
There are warning signs all over our skin but nobody takes notice. Think you can last? Think you won't break?
We'll throw you up against the wall.
When ankles were the most sexual image a man could ever picture. When torsos were crushed like watermelons under the strain of corsets. We never truly left the Victorian ages.
Women are dangerous things. Everyone ignores the warning signs. But taking the risk is worth touching that beauty if only for a heartbeat.
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ReplyDeleteCarmen, beyond genius :].
ReplyDeleteyes helen-boobs.
ReplyDeleteand thanks annabellie :)