Don't focus on the curve of my waist to my chest.
Notice the roundness of my eyes not my breasts.
Touch my heart not my skin.
See not what's outside but within.
Listen to what I have to say,
Not wonder what noises I would make.
A hug for comfort is more than fine,
But don't hug me with more intentions in mind.
I'm not so easy, but I'm not a prude.
On my personal space, just don't intrude.
See me for who I am at my best,
Not for who I am when I'm undressed.
Terrified of my own body, I turn away.
Thanks for the "compliments"; they sure made my day.