Tell me, which part of me was the final straw? Was it the fact that you had seen my makeup-less, spotty face one too many times? Touching my unshaven body once more than you wanted? Or was it my double chin making its final (but not uncommon) appearance? Was it my morning breath or my puffy eyes? My stretch marks and my scars? Had you seen the anger or sadness creep into my eyes one last time? Was I too masculine? Too ‘female’? Was my greasy, unshowered self just enough to push you over the edge? 

       Did she have everything I didn’t? Was she everything I wasn’t? Or was she just not being vulnerable with you, showing you her ‘grossest’, most ‘disgusting’ parts? Maybe you liked the fact that she wasn’t completely transparent with you, maybe you basked in the delusion, a voluntary naivety. Maybe you’re not advanced enough to see women as human, or maybe I just didn’t fill out your checkboxes and wasn’t everything your list required.