I am not your baby. I am not a baby. I am not a girl. I am not yours to label “beautiful”, “sexy”, “blanca” or “mami.”
I am not an object. I am not something to possess. I am not a prize. I am not a toy. I am not an image.
I am a human being, and my life is not a game.
I do not exist for your enjoyment/exploitation/amusement/ego.
I am not here for you to narrate my walk from point A to point B with colorful commentary on my body.
Do not tell me to smile, mind your own business.
Do not tell me “own it” or “work it,” I did not ask for your advice.
Do. not. touch. me.
I am a human being, and I deserve respect.