Note.

I used to not look good in the past.

Everyone used to call me ugly and body shame me all the time.

I’ve heard so many things growing up.

Boys used to speak to me only because they were interested in my girl best friends.

I was invisible.

My friends have called me inconspicuous.

That’s how I know that word.

Now that everyone finds me fucking hot.

Everyone keeps chasing me. Men and women.

They just want to fuck me.

They don’t really listen to me speak or consider me as a human being.

They don’t respect my emotions when I’m sad, sick or crying.

They don’t respect my no.

They keep calling me fucking hot and they want to fuck that’s it.

I’ve already spoken about all the sexual assaults.

Women are always jealous and insecure because I’m hot.

Always.

It’s like two ends of the spectrum.

When I was not good looking. There were different kinds of problems.

Now that I’m hot. There are different kinds of problems.

There is never any peace of mind.

There is no such thing as a pretty privilege.

Problems are always going to be there.