Every article of clothing that is 

removed from my petite frame, 

releases a toxic chemical 

throughout my body, 

contaminating my soul. 

The dimples in my thighs, 

the fat around my waist, 

places me in a vulnerable state.

The insecurities seep in, 

as I become bare.

Revealing my natural self, 

as if I am a figurine on display.

My exterior shadows the emotions

festering inside.

You can not even fathom the way 

I feel deep within.

Your eyes are only drawn to my outer skin.

As I present my body unto you, 

I beg that you do not take this

precious moment for granted.

Don't you dare act like you deserve it.

I will only allow you to see what is underneath

if you have earned it.