Before I start writing this, I want whoever reads this to know that I’m not a slut.
This isn’t a huge statement by me, and I don’t want to start a big conversation about it, but I have to put that down for my own good. I feel the need to say it, and I guess that means that I’m not done healing, but it’s just a few sentences, and not a big paragraph, and I think that means that I’m on my way.
I got on the bus a few years ago when I was still living in the city, and this guy sits down beside me. Doesn’t look at me, doesn’t say anything. Pulls out his phone.
I don’t know how I came to this decision, but the bus starts going and I decided that this guy was going to see my tits. We’re in the back row, and I’m scrolling through photos of myself. I’ve got no clothes on, some clothes, tits, ass, pussy. We’re not fuckin’ around. He’s not even looking either, but he does at first. Like, he glanced at the first photo, but then he’s glued to his own phone because privacy, and that’s not his to look at, and if some lady wants to get on the bus and scroll her own nudes in public, that’s her business, I guess.