Restraints

And I cannot shrink myself to fit into the tiny box you call a "perfect woman", for I yell and scream for the restraints to be taken off of my body. I will not allow you to taint my very being with the things that the "perfect woman" wants, has, and aspires to be. I will forever decorate my temple I call a body with tattoos, piercings, and clothing that I wish to wear. I will speak and think in a manner that would make a sailor blush. I will always be a fan of the dark and twisted. I will weird you out and make you fear for your life. I am not capable of being this "perfect woman" you speak of. I am free because I will myself to be free. I will not be caged.