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I think the worst part about being a girl is having a protective father. Ever since I entered my tweenage years, he has been very protective of my body. I think he didn't want me to turn into 'a lil slut' or something like that, and now that I am grown up, I understand what he was trying to protect. He wanted me to be his lil girl forever. He didn't want me to be a 'woman' who was 'mad objectified' by miscellaneous men and bros. Sorta wish I had a 'cool dad' instead of an 'overprotective father.'

When women 'cover up', it's because they have a high level of self-respect. I remember when God was still sculpting my breasts from 'tween ant mounds' into 'beautiful, sweet titties.' I was unsure of my own body. Would I be 'flat'? Would I be 'hot'? Maybe in the end, it didn't matter. Maybe if I move to 'the middle east', I might become 'a better person' since I will 'keep my shit sacred' [via covered up]. Just want a man who 'loves me' to see 'my goods.'

For a while I felt embarrassed that my parents only let me wear 1 piece bathing suits, and then when I bought my bikini, they made me wear a tank top underneath. It's weird how my parents just wanted to protect me, and my body, and possibly my own body image. Not sure if it was 'for the best' because I went through a rebellious phase [via drugs, sex, and bloghaus].

Sorta just wanna be confident in who I am--not give a shit about societal fashion norms, and try to carve out my own personal brand in this zany world of ours.

Please use the comments section of this post to share your own stories of dealing with ur body image, ur protective father, and growing up in the modern, sexual world.