Yes, I often thought that you were over protective. I often thought that you didn’t give me enough attention. I never understood why you said no. I didn’t understand why wearing bikinis wasn’t okay, or why the fingertip rule was so enforced.
I used to think I wasn’t good enough. I used to think I wasn’t popular enough. I could never look as good as those girls in the pictures. I never had the boys following me around.
For awhile I blamed you. For awhile I hated you. Why couldn’t you let me be like the other girls?
But now I know, this is how I could have (probably) ended up. With no respect for myself. I am NOT desperate. I hold myself to a higher standard than a lot of the girls around my age. I will continue doing so until I find that guy who will love ME. Not my sex appeal.
I now know the difference between a guy who calls me hot, and guy who calls me beautiful. Trying to look like the other girls is only worse in the end. I don’t need to become something else to get attention. That’s the wrong kind to get.
I no longer find skimpy clothes attractive. It’s no longer an appealing thought to have guys fawn over me for my looks. I don’t want to show my whole body to everyone. I don’t want guys eyes on my breasts or on my butt.
I’m ashamed that girls who blatantly screamed for attention like this, used to be my roll model.
I don’t want that anymore.
I don’t want to be a possession.
And parents? You made me this way.
I love you for it, Bethany
Dear daughter, let Miley Cyrus be a lesson to you.
Yes, this is what happens when you constantly hear everything you do is awesome. This is what happens when people fawn over your every Tweet and Instagram photo. This is what happens when no responsible adult has ever said the word “no,” made you change your clothes before leaving the house, or never spanked your butt for deliberate defiance.
If you ever even consider doing something like that, I promise you that I will run up and twerk so you will see how ridiculous twerking looks. I will duct tape your mouth shut so your tongue doesn’t hang out like an overheated hound dog. I will smack any male whom you decide to smash against his pelvis – after I first knock you on your butt for forgetting how a lady acts in public.
Why would I do that? Because…
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