You're not lazy, you're 18!!

You're not behind, you're a child!!!

You're not ugly, you sexy fowl.

You're not anything you weren't meant to be!!!

I've seen people,

I've seen silly people,

I've seen really stupid people,

And of course, there's me. Just me.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate myself, I know I'm not supposed to.

But isn't that the problem here?

Why is me loving myself a question that ever has to be brought up?

Why the hell are we teaching young people to hate themselves.

Someone gave me a cupcake, and I happily walked with it in my hand back to my sister's office. Someone's saw me and immediately shouted "Favour don't you like yourself?"

I don't even want to get into that but ...

Yes, I have PCOS!!!

So what if I'm getting fat?

So what if I decide to eat a frickin cupcake?

So what if I smile through your body shaming jokes?

Oh and here's where this gets interesting.

Reverse the roles with any young person and an elderly fool and all of a sudden, our "honest" approach will have become an example of insubordination .

We're fighting for gender equality, people are dying to end every form of discrimination. And you, my honourable judge, have decided that your only shot at communicating with me is by making snide, open remarks about my body?

Or saying really dumb stuff about young people for that matter?

How are our lives any business of yours?

Why do we have to dim our lights because you don't find us interesting enough?

Why do we have to cry ourselves to sleep because our elders just have to be "honest" with us?

Where exactly do we draw the line between being sincere and being a bitch?

To hell with everyone anyway.

And if you've ever made any queen or king cry or feel ashamed, disrespectfully, you're a fool too.