I’ve been getting so many people sending messages lately. They’ve mostly revolved around feeling sorry for me. Saying I’m a whore for taking my pants off and taking a photo in my underwear. Just throwing negative slurs at me all together. All I have to say to that is: fuck you. I don’t require anybody feeling sorry for me. I don’t need someone telling me that they are so sorry to see that I have gone downhill. I am almost 100% positive that I don’t need someone to tell me to put my clothes on and how to live my own life.
I’m a twenty-one year old man. I take responsibility for myself and I make my own living. I do everything on my own and it took me a damn long time to be able to do that. I’ve never had the ability to have my own time for myself. I’ve never been able to express myself in the way that I’ve wanted to. I’m doing things the way that I find necessary. This is the first time in my life that I am comfortable with both who I am and what I look like.
I love my body. I do. I love very curve on my chest, every hair on my arms, every freckle on my face, and every soft patch of skin on my body. I take pride in the vessel that I’ve been given and I think that I can express myself through it. Whether that be me expressing my creativity or my sensuality… at least I’m expressing it. At least I’m using it. At least I’m not sitting in my room, sending others messages and being bitter because they have the confidence to show off their bodies and I don’t. At least I can look myself in the mirror every day, smile, and say to myself “I love you.” No, not in the egotistical sense. But in the way that I know exactly who I am. I know every knook and cranny of my personality. And of course there are parts that I don’t like and that I’m not proud of. But I love it, still. I’m unable to look at other people and to say, “You’re not living your life the way that I want you to.” because I’ve been told that my entire life. I’m still being told that. And, you know, what… fuck that. Live your life how you want to. Live your life the way that you see fit. Follow your fucking heart and don’t let other people put you down. They don’t know where you’ve been and they don’t know what’s going on in your head. They don’t know you. Only you know you. And that’s the beauty of it.
My message to everyone out there is to respect everyone. If their opinion differs from yours then you tell them respectfully. You don’t own anyone but yourself. You don’t take responsibility for anyone other than yourself. You will be miserable forever if you take the time to put your own happiness aside by filling your spare time with reprimanding others. Love yourself, express yourself, free yourself, and be yourself.
From now on, I’m not holding back. My body is my own and you don’t own it. If you see nudity or anything at all sensual or sexual from now on, don’t be surprised. Unfollow me if you have to. If you feel the need to tell me anything negative or if you want to feel sorry for me, then unfollow me. I don’t have the time nor the patience to put up with you.
If you’ve got it, flaunt it!
