Today as I walk I feel a "fuck you" in the curves of my hips, the look on my face, the color and shape of my eyes, and the sway of my hair. "Fuck you" in each step, in my smile-sun glinting off teeth, a grin that's almost a sneer. "Fuck you" in the grace of my neck and the straightness of my back, the long slope of my nose and pout of my lower lip.

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