I don’t hate my stretch marks or body hair or cellulite or any of that because I think a man won’t like it.
I hate them because I live in a society where I was raised to hate everything about myself so I would buy products to fix my problem areas.
I hate them because I haven’t un learned what the world taught me was unpretty: everything that I am.
So, while I’m glad you don’t mind my imperfections, I don’t give a shit about what you do or don’t like about me.
Don’t date anyone who’s intimidated by feminism.
Don’t date anyone who thinks it’s a threat to men and masculinity.
Love yourself. Don’t settle for a piece of shit.