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@sofi.nother: #naruto
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Somewhere a woman is lying awake tonight, running the math on her own past like every partner left a permanent dent in her. She was told what most of us were told: that a body keeps score. That 'use' wears it out. That more men somehow means looser, lesser, spent. So let's take that exact logic — and just point it the other way for a second. By the same rule, a man's body should shrink with every woman he's ever slept with. A virgin would be 'tight and pristine.' A guy with a long history would be worn down to a stub, practically vanishing. Read that back. It's absurd. Everyone instantly knows a man's body doesn't keep a tally like that. And the part that should actually land is this: neither does yours. That muscle is elastic by design. It stretches for a reason and it returns — the same way it has since long before any of them showed up. It does not store a headcount. It does not thin out from being wanted. Even childbirth, the one genuinely enormous stretch a body can take, it mostly recovers from. A handful of partners doesn't even register on that scale. Now notice the one detail that gives the whole myth away: it only ever runs in a single direction. It is never, not once, aimed at him. That's the tell. A story that punishes only one half of the room was never really about biology. It's a leash dressed up as a fact — a way to get a woman to police herself so nobody else has to bother. Your body is not a receipt for who has touched it. It counted nothing, and it owes no one an explanation. The shame was handed to you by people it quietly served. You're allowed to hand it right back, unopened.
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